In an instant, the pirate's head flew high like a kite with a broken string, tracing a long arc in the air, flung dozens of feet away.
Meanwhile, the body without a head maintained its forward-charging posture, with blood gushing like a fountain from the neck, forming mists of blood in the air that appeared especially grotesque and terrifying under the sunlight.
Subsequently, the headless body crashed to the ground, raising a cloud of dust, announcing the death of yet another life.
Zhao Qingfeng, Sect Leader of the Qingfeng Sword Sect, was already gravely injured, with multiple ghastly wounds, blood gushing out like a fountain, dyeing his originally snow-white clothes a vibrant red, resembling blooming red plum blossoms, stunning to behold.
Yet his gaze was like a torch in a cold night, firm as a beacon, exuding an unyielding will bent on not breaking, declaring to this brutal "slaughterhouse" that he would not easily fall.
