The head above appeared to smile but not smile, its expression extremely bizarre, both angry and excited, probably not yet dead, caught in some kind of beautiful dream about escaping or counterattacking. Li Xuanfeng gazed at it intently for a moment. The sand and pebbles under his feet began to jump around with a jingling noise, producing a piercing sound of friction.
His gaze turned fiercer, as if he could choose someone to devour at any moment.
This man's Qi Cultivation Level made him think of his brother Li Xuanling, who had been beaten to death at Zhen Hua Temple and had his corpse eaten.
Back then, only Li Tongya had brought back the bones, which were also just a head. Li Xuanfeng had been in the Southern Border at the time and had not seen it. Now seeing this head, his heart boiled with rage, his eyes nearly splitting with fury.
