This single word caused Duan Yihen's hair to stand on end, his scalp tingling.
His figure was once again frozen mid-air!
"What kind of demon art is this!!!" he roared hoarsely.
Su Han did not respond, swept his long knife, and directly severed Duan Yihen's head.
The thousand cuts Ren Qinghuan spoke of, he could achieve, but chose not to. It was too much of a waste of time and indeed... somewhat inhumane.
Yet Duan Yihen's death was inevitable.
With his head severed, Duan Yihen's flesh quickly collapsed, his Primordial Spirit appeared, but remained confined there, not moving an inch.
"Do you regret it?"
Su Han stood in front of him, his eyes as deep as the starry sky, staring straight at Duan Yihen.
"If you didn't use this demon art, faced me fair and square in battle, with just your First Grade Void Heaven Realm cultivation base, my sect could kill you a hundred times in an instant!!!" Duan Yihen still roared.
