There was no blood splattering, and Xin Qi saw that the head that had been cut off was clearly the benevolent temple master from before.
His head was chopped off, and his body followed suit, but there was no blood.
How could a human's body not have blood?
Unless he was not human.
Xin Qi was startled by his own speculation, feeling a chill in his heart.
Then, he saw the corner of a plain garment, and as he looked up, a man as beautiful as jade appeared in his vision, holding a silver glowing long sword, the sword's tip pointing directly at a gigantic statue.
"A being neither human nor ghost dares to presume to be a god?"
Xin Qi heard him say again.
Then, he watched wide-eyed as the man, who appeared from nowhere, swung his long sword straight at the gigantic golden statue, slicing off the part originally shrouded in shadow.
The statue's edge was sharp, and with a "boom," the floor was smashed into a huge pit.
