Crack!!!
The force was deep, the methods ruthless, the gaze fierce, enough to make one's heart tremble.
The pitch-black talisman sword pierced through the brow, penetrating the skull.
Ying Xiu, with his cold and blood-red eyes wide open, stared intensely at Baili An, speaking with resentment:
"Even if my life is a lie and my identity is false, my defiance and pride over these two hundred years are real. It's not your place to convict me!"
With that, he fiercely withdrew the talisman sword, and soul fire mixed with blood gushed continuously from his head.
Ying Xiu, looking like an Evil Ghost, his gaze laden with deep-seated resentment, seemed to contain a curse, glaring at Baili An with mad hatred.
He would rather destroy his soul than suffer the humiliation of the Soul Stripping Punishment.
Ying Xiu staggered a couple of steps on the blood-stained ground, the fire of despair and indignation burning in his ears as he stumbled about.
