At these words, Wang Ping carefully examined the head held by the Golden Armored Soldier. The severed neck had a texture like Spirit Wood, but the spiritual fluctuations it gave off were far stronger. Visible veins pulsed within its blood-red eyes. Its clean-shaven face was handsome, and its skin was so fine that it looked no different from a living person's.
"I shouldn't have left you alive!"
Wang Ping said this after several moments of silence.
The reason he had kept the head was simple. He wanted to find a chance to read its memories, steal any useful magic, and learn the secrets of the Taiyin Evil Cultivators.
Just as Young Master Ming was about to say something more, Wang Ping formed a spell with his hands. A stream of Wood Spirit Qi flowed out, and the resulting vines completely engulfed Young Master Ming's head, cutting off his connection to the surrounding Spiritual Qi.
