The Severed Head seemed in the mood to talk.
A reminiscent look crossed his face as he said slowly:
"Your Imago was no match for mine, so you feigned death and waited for me to lower my guard before striking the decisive blow."
"A perfect choice of battle strategy."
"Not bad. You've piqued my interest."
"Interest in what? Dying here?" Xu Yuan asked.
At that moment,
Faint lines of text quietly appeared in the Void:
“‘Southern Candle Night’ activated successfully.”
“This attack hit, drawing a small amount of Spiritual Power from Song Jianzhou.”
The blow had landed.
But the man seemed to have another secret technique, so he had not died.
Xu Yuan silently felt the increase in his Spiritual Power and said:
"Your head came off and you're still alive. Are you human?"
Song Jianzhou set his head back on his neck and said, “‘Sword-Quilled Dove’ hasn't ended. I merely dispersed its visible form. It's been wrapped around me all along, ‘converting’ every attack.”
"That's the beauty of a Law. Watch—"
His wound healed.
And that was not all.
A fierce sword radiance suddenly erupted from his Long Sword, stretching more than ten meters.
Song Jianzhou studied the radiance and smiled.
"Is this your Swordsmanship? Excellent. Now it's mine."
"...Do you enjoy stealing other people's things?" Xu Yuan asked.
Xu Yuan steadied his breathing, drew the Youhuang Sword, and took a sword stance where he stood.
The sword felt unfamiliar.
He had never used it before.
Yet the sword felt familiar, too.
He could sense traces of the Jade Clip, Ninefold Nether's Shadow, and the End of the World in it.
And then what?
This man's Law was absurd.
In fact, ever since the Immortal Species, everything in the Three Realms had kept pushing the limits of what he