Su Changxing's heart skipped a beat; he had indeed killed this person just now, yet the opponent continued to attack.
This stark contrast made Su Changxing's reaction half a beat slower.
"Ta~"
He precisely grabbed the approaching hand of the decapitated person, stepping back heavily two steps.
In the latter half of the attack, the speed of the decapitated man suddenly slowed down.
The force coming from the hand gradually weakened, and the golden light on the decapitated body dimmed as well. He collapsed suddenly, like a machine losing its core power. His flesh started to rapidly disintegrate and decay, turning into a pool of foul-smelling liquid.
Perhaps things that appear bright and radiant on the surface are not necessarily so in essence.
"She's coming."
Jin turned her head to the other side, where Anshan Bridge came charging with a giant longsword.
