SHLIIICK~
The streak of light sliced past the iron rod, leaving a deep gash. Without ricocheting or changing direction in the slightest, it continued straight ahead, striking Yong Xing'an and piercing clean through his throat!
PFFT!
A spray of blood and shredded flesh splattered through the air.
WHOOSH! WHOOSH! WHOOSH!
Three hundred and sixty iron shards danced through the air, circling Yong Xing'an in a frenzy of slicing.
The streak of light that had shot past curved in mid-air, looping back to join the maelstrom of shards and weave through Yong Xing'an's front and back.
SQUELCH! SQUELCH! SQUELCH!
A series of sickening sounds echoed through the courtyard, accompanied by splatters of blood and gore.
In less than a breath, Yong Xing'an's body was riddled with more than a dozen bloody holes.
His head, arms, and legs were severed from his torso, falling motionless into separate pools of blood.
