Bloody Soul Prisoner's attack was indeed immensely powerful.
Yet before the series of defensive barriers Gusu Hanxing had created, his attacks had little effect.
Before his attack could even fully end, Qin Shaofeng's attack had already landed on him.
An outcome that even Qin Shaofeng had not expected appeared.
When Qin Shaofeng's finger struck Bloody Soul Prisoner, it was as effortless as a sharp blade slicing through tofu, without the slightest resistance.
And that finger strike had landed directly on Bloody Soul Prisoner's spine.
Under his attack, Bloody Soul Prisoner merely let out a howl before collapsing completely.
Though he had not died immediately, he was clearly not far from death.
No sooner said than done.
The next instant, the wooden sword in Qin Shaofeng's hand slashed down onto Bloody Soul Prisoner's neck.
Swoosh!
Another crisp sound rang out, and Bloody Soul Prisoner's head fell to the ground.
The sight nearly made Qin Shaofeng's eyes pop out.
That was Bloody Soul Prisoner, a being comparable to the Second Step Endless—how could he be so utterly unable to withstand a single blow?
Was this not far too unbelievable?
"Th-this... what is going on?"
The Western War God and the others all stared wide-eyed in utter shock at the scene.
To them, this was simply too unbelievable.
That was an overwhelmingly powerful existence comparable to the Second Step Endless. How could he be so vulnerable?
"There's something wrong with that boy's martial skill."
The Hunchbacked Old Man's voice rang out once more.
His answer not only gave the Western War God and the others some understanding; even Qin Shaofeng vaguely felt as though he had grasped something.
He had long found Clear Wind Finger, this Lifeblood Martial Skill, rather strange.
Although this method of attack had arisen from the various martial skills