Even though Liu Chixin's body had already fallen to the ground, Du Youqian didn't dare to relax. He regulated his breathing for a moment, then directed his Flying Sword, imbued with an unstoppable Sword Intent, to strike Liu Chixin's vital points several times.
As for whether mutilating the corpse like this would diminish its value...
That had just been a Heart Attack Art, anyway. Du Youqian really wasn't hurting for the chump change he'd get from selling the body.
Most Demon Sect Cultivators possessed many bizarre techniques. Du Youqian wouldn't have been the least bit surprised if Liu Chixin still had a breath left in him, or if he'd attached his soul to some object in preparation for a sneak attack to turn the tables. It was better to be safe than sorry.
Just then, Fang Simin and Gu Xiaofang rushed over, having heard the commotion.
