If Gao Lin's chest were cut open at this moment, one would see a handprint on his vigorously beating heart.
The handprint was gripping his heart, forcing it into an unnatural state.
But Luo Yan had never thought he could kill Gao Lin with the Shebi Shi Curse alone. He had only wanted to create an opportunity by actively detonating the curse.
Now, the opportunity had come.
As Gao Lin opened his mouth and spewed blood, Luo Yan lunged forward like a whirlwind, and the two figures crossed in an instant.
When Luo Yan stopped, he was already in front of Gao Lin. The blade light raised by the Dragon Sparrow still lingered in the air.
It could be seen that the blade light had circled once around Gao Lin's neck.
Gao Lin's movements stiffened. His double pupils turned toward Luo Yan, and then his head fell from his neck.
Gurgle, gurgle.
It rolled several meters away before stopping beside a patch of grass.
Even after his head had fallen off, Gao Lin's eyeballs continued to move. His body took several steps forward, while the flesh at his neck writhed wildly, as if trying to regenerate another head.
But that was impossible.
Still, these scenes made it easy to see just how terrifying the vitality of Gao Lin's Blood Fiend Stance was.
It seemed to be a projection of his obsession with life.
Luo Yan stood up without paying attention to the still-moving, still-growing body.
He walked over to Gao Lin's head.
The double pupils looked toward Luo Yan, and the corners of Gao Lin's mouth twitched. "You..."
Luo Yan had no interest in hearing what he wanted to say. He raised his foot and stomped down violently.
Gao Lin's head instantly shattered.
Only then did his body stop growing.