SQUELCH!!
With another muffled rip, Zhao Xuanqi violently pulled his hand back from Hua Jingcheng's chest, tearing the man's heart right out.
The Flying Bird Form was exceptionally treacherous and utterly ruthless in its killing.
THUMP! THUMP!!
The crimson heart throbbed in Zhao Xuanqi's palm, still brimming with vigorous life.
Hua Jingcheng's body went rigid, his movements ceasing abruptly. Without his heart pumping a steady supply of nutrients throughout his body, he was utterly incapable of any Power Generation. He could only struggle to keep his balance.
An ordinary person would have already passed out from the lack of blood to the brain and died. But Hua Jingcheng's incredible life force kept him conscious, forced to watch his own heart beat in his opponent's palm, to feel his life being stripped away, drop by drop.
It was a feeling of immense pain and despair—knowing he was about to die, yet utterly powerless to stop it.
