Slice.
After a shimmer went past the Qing Feng Sect disciple's face, his head was severed off from his neck.
The blood oozed out from the wound and the headless body thrashed around, still struggling, even though its head was gone.
Lee He Song kicked the head of the Qing Feng Sect disciple to the side and glanced at the burly man.
Warm blood dripped from the blade of his Nine Yin Ice Sword.
"Your turn next. Don't disappoint me and run away like a coward." Lee He Song pointed at the burly man and said with a tinge of excitement.
It had been a while since the last time he got to be in a battle.
He had just ascended and he was eager to find out how strong he was at the moment.
"Heh. A brave Da Mang warrior like me is always up for a good fight unlike Da Qian cowards like you."
The burly man tried to incite Lee He Song while he narrowed his eyes and tried to sense Lee He Song again, trying to confirm that he wasn't a cultivator.
