An unimaginable, formless power pinned him to the ground so he couldn't move, and he could only stare in utter terror as the light of that fist came smashing down.
Rumble…
The fist-light sank into this man's forehead, easily piercing through his skull.
The white-haired old man's vision went black, his body immediately tilting backward as he toppled straight down.
Zhao Sheng stepped forward in a single stride, reached out and seized this headless corpse, then casually flung it dozens of miles away.
After the headless corpse slammed heavily into the ground, it suddenly turned into a ball of clear light and vanished from sight in an instant.
A Tribulation Crossing Venerable possessed the ability of Blood Rebirth; even without a head, he could regrow one.
Zhao Sheng certainly knew the other party wasn't dead, but he also had no intention of killing him.
The other had no enmity nor grievance with him; driving him away was enough, why create more slaughter?
