But before he could finish speaking—not even managing to utter the word "body"—the scene before him suddenly spun upside down.
To his astonishment, he discovered that his field of vision was moving strangely downward, past his chest and waist, until he finally saw the heels of his own feet, clad in battle boots.
That was his own body, still maintaining its forward-charging posture, but a neat line of blood had appeared around its neck.
"Thud—"
Blood gushed like a fountain from the severed neck, staining the rocks beneath him red.
Only then did his head crash heavily to the ground and roll several meters away, his eyes still frozen in utter terror and disbelief.
At the instant his Martial Soul Avatar was about to take shape, the Immortal Slaying Sword flashed and vanished, moving so fast that it left behind only a streak of blood-red light.
A single sword stroke had taken his head.
There had been no unnecessary movement, not the slightest trace of hesitation.
The Red Mane Lion King phantom that was about to condense lost the support of its Soul Power. It let out an unwilling wail before instantly collapsing into sparks that scattered into the wind.
The Immortal Slaying Sword returned behind Su Yu. He lowered his head and glanced at the head and body lying on the ground, his eyes calm and utterly unruffled.
At that moment, a muffled boom came from the other side of the battlefield.
A Soul Douluo enshrined by the Tiandou Imperial Family had been grievously wounded by two black-clad Soul Douluo working together. He staggered back several steps, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.
After dealing with their opponent, the two black-clad men instantly locked their eyes on Su Yu amid the crowd.
The two exchanged a glance