In an instant, a streak of white light shot out from the gourd's mouth.
Then it vanished without a trace.
Su Che, still watching from afar, was suddenly startled, and a sense of foreboding surged into his heart.
Though he did not know where the danger was coming from, he instinctively chose to dodge.
Yet in the next moment, the spot just below his neck abruptly split open.
The flesh around it seemed unable to bear that surging force and burst apart, scattering away.
From an observer's perspective, a gaping hole had suddenly appeared in Su Che's neck, and it was still widening.
The angle was exceedingly tricky; only a little flesh and skin still connected his head to his body.
Had he not been within the Heavenly River Dao Body, his head would likely have fallen on the spot.
Only now did a trace of Fang Xiao's method reveal itself.
From the mouth of the gourd in his hand all the way to Su Che's neck, a long, narrow spatial rift gradually emerged through that stretch of space.
Su Che's eyes were filled with disbelief.
His lips moved as though he wanted to say something, but having lost his throat, he could not make a sound.
How could this be? How could this be?!
Su Che had indeed detected it in advance, but that white rainbow had been far too fast.
Forget the naked eye—even Spiritual Sense could not catch it.
Had he not instinctively shifted his body slightly, it would have been his head that burst apart.
That was right. Though his state was practically no different from being beheaded, for a late-stage Body Integration martial cultivator who had cultivated a Dao Body, this was not a fatal wound.
After achieving a Dao Body and Dao cultivation, all