A sinister scarlet light pierced clouds and mist, carrying a savage aura that could kill anything.
Driven by Chen Heng's all-out strike, it arrived in an instant, like a meteor from beyond the heavens!
After fighting Chen Heng for so long, Xie Mou had little True Qi remaining, and his mind was exhausted, no longer what it had been.
He had also only just shaken off those Talisman Artifacts, leaving him at the moment when his old strength was spent and new strength had yet to arise.
By the time he noticed the sword light, Xie Mou could no longer dodge. His pupils contracted violently, and he instinctively stirred his True Qi, expanding the colored ring protecting him. He could only watch helplessly as the flying sword hurtled toward him!
The Avici Sword gave a piercing shriek, brazenly cleaved through the colored ring, and flashed across Xie Mou's neck!
Its momentum remained undiminished.
It shot straight on for over a li before Chen Heng barely managed to halt it!
At that moment.
Xie Mou's figure remained utterly motionless, the light fading from his eyes.
A line of blood slowly appeared across his neck, then hot blood gushed out.
His head dropped to the ground first and rolled several times. Then his headless corpse fell as well, splashing up a cloud of dust!
Only a few breaths had passed from when Chen Heng burst the red water apart to conceal himself, then sent his sword aloft and severed Xie Mou's head.
Yet brief though that final exchange had been, it concealed a perilous contest of wits.
Had Xie Mou been more ruthless and decisive, using his trump card sooner, he would still have been unable to escape defeat and death, but at least he would not have suffered the frustration of