So Effortless and Relaxed, Far Stronger Than Before

Luohou's pupils suddenly contracted.

Only then did Qin Wangchuan lightly flick the longsword in his hand.

The blood on the blade flew free, scattering a crimson arc through the air.

Clang.

The longsword returned to its sheath.

From beginning to end, he never once looked back.

Luohou stared blankly at the scene.

Only one final thought remained in his mind.

"When did..."

"No!"

The falling head had not yet gone far.

Luohou's headless body suddenly raised a hand, caught it, and pressed it back onto his neck.

Flesh writhed around the severed wound.

Countless dark-red blood threads intertwined, reconnecting his head and body in the blink of an eye.

"Qin Wangchuan! Don't underestimate me!!"

Luohou twisted his neck, the vicious glint in his eyes growing even fiercer.

The next instant.

The void beneath his feet exploded.

His entire body became a streak of blood-red shadow as he pounced at Qin Wangchuan once more.

His sharp claws tore through the sky, reaching straight for Qin Wangchuan's throat.

Qin Wangchuan merely stepped half a pace aside.

The claws brushed past his neck, the gale they raised fluttering his collar, yet they never touched him in the slightest.

When his strike missed, Luohou immediately sensed that something was wrong.

He turned around.

Qin Wangchuan had already raised a finger.

Tribulation Light gathered at its tip.

Its presence was not overwhelming, yet the scent of death it brought made every hair on Luohou's body stand on end.

Heavenly Ruins Tribulation Finger!

There was no time to think.

The moment that finger-light erupted, he forcefully twisted his body aside almost on instinct.

Pfft!

The Tribulation Light pierced past his chest, leaving behind a bloody gash before vanishing into the distant sky.

It had been so close.

Cold sweat beaded across Luohou's forehead as he gasped