"This is... the Dog Beating Stick!"
Jiang Xiaobai shouted: "The Dog Beating Stick is meant to deal with scoundrels and mad dogs like you!"
The Saint Heir's face began to twist. He wanted to break free but found himself completely trapped by the Spirit Root in Jiang Xiaobai's hand. He felt his flesh and blood draining away along with his cultivation.
"No... No! Absolutely not! This is impossible!"
The Saint Heir's chilling cries still echoed between heaven and earth, but he had already vanished, with only his black robe fluttering away into the distance.
The Saint Heir died just like that, and Jiang Xiaobai killed the once unstoppable Saint Heir, the strongest opponent he had ever faced.
He stared blankly at the Spirit Root in his hand, which had changed color, from white to blood red, as if there were fresh blood flowing on it.
