"This is..."
Upon seeing this pool of blood, Mo Cheng instantly widened his eyes, a trace of extreme terror leaking out from his pupils.
He knew very well that this was his own blood.
In an instant, a freezing chill surged from within Mo Cheng's body, as if his physical warmth was rapidly draining away.
Feeling this change, Mo Cheng's heart was filled with even more despair, and he couldn't help but open his mouth, as if wanting to say something while his eyes were full of yearning.
However, when Mo Cheng opened his mouth, not a single sound came out.
"You only need to accept Master's command."
Right at that moment, a chilling voice suddenly rang out from behind Mo Cheng, and Qing Mu's figure quietly materialized.
A crimson line of blood was clearly visible on Mo Cheng's neck, and warm blood continuously flowed out, taking away Mo Cheng's life force.
The next moment, with a dull thud, Mo Cheng's head actually snapped clean off from that line of blood.
"Thud..."
Under the watchful eyes of Nalan Yanran and Ge Ye, Mo Cheng's head tumbled onto the ground, rolled a few times, and finally came to a stop in the middle of the hall.
Atop Mo Cheng's head, that pair of despair-filled eyes were wide open, looking as though he died with everlasting regret.
Seeing this scene, Nalan Yanran took a deep breath, barely managing to calm the violent fluctuations in her heart.
She had not expected Su Tian to strike with such decisiveness, or even ruthlessness.
From the moment Su Tian gave the order to Qing Mu, to Qing Mu taking action and striking down Mo Cheng with thunderous momentum, all of this happened in the span of a fleeting moment-so fast that neither Nalan Yanran nor Ge