Not a single gambler present saw Master Tiger move.
They only saw Master Tiger vanish from where he stood, then suddenly appear behind He Feixu, his hand still resting on his saber's hilt.
Aside from that ringing note of steel, no one knew whether the long saber at his waist had even left its sheath.
A look of release and relief appeared on the beautiful woman's face as she knelt in the center, and a thin line of blood gradually emerged around her neck.
Her lovely head tumbled to the floor, blood spraying.
He Feixu gently waved his feather fan. "A flash of lightning. What fine saber work!"
He walked unhurriedly over to the head, lifted it with his feather fan, and set it back on the body before it could topple, gently straightening it.
"Oh my, the King of Hell won't take you, the judge won't hear you, the little ghosts haven't seen you, and the great ghosts have no interest. This little life of yours... I'll keep it here!" he chanted.
When He Feixu took his hands away from the beautiful woman's head again, a glimmer returned to her lifeless eyes. First came a look of realization, followed by utter despair...
Chapter 111: Breaking the technique
Every gambler present marveled at He Feixu's heaven-defying methods.
He could bring someone back even after their head had been cut off?
He Feixu cupped his hands toward Master Tiger. "Mr. Qi, your swift saber is truly unlike anything I've seen in my life. Still, I was fortunate enough to win this round."
Master Tiger glanced at the woman who had returned from death, quite alarmed by He Feixu's methods himself.
He was someone who had died once... It was hard not to feel stirred by this.
Cui Jiuyang strode into the