"Dead?"
Zhang Shaoyang frowned as he looked at Guiyun Wanderer in front of him. He was sure this strike had pierced through Guiyun Wanderer's heart, dead beyond redemption.
At this moment, Guiyun Wanderer's head hung down, with blood continuously flowing from his chest, almost covering the entire long sword.
No breath arose from his nostrils.
His entire body slumped weakly against the large tree, motionless.
A flash of coldness passed through Zhang Shaoyang's eyes, "Whether you're truly dead or just pretending, as long as I cut off your head..."
Without any hesitation, he withdrew the long sword sharply and swung it towards Guiyun Wanderer's neck.
A cultivator might survive with a pierced heart.
But if the head is completely severed, death is certain.
"Crack...!"
As the long sword swung, suddenly, Guiyun Wanderer, who originally had his head down, abruptly lifted his head and opened his mouth.
"Whoosh...!"
