Under his gaze, a line appeared on his palm.
Then, his entire palm split open due to this line, tearing apart both flesh and bone.
Next, his thick arm split into two and fell off without any warning.
The searing pain, delayed in its arrival, conveyed to him that the situation before his eyes was not an illusion; he truly had half of his arm severed under his nose.
At this moment, the gray and deathly silent atmosphere returned to normal.
However, there was a faint pain in his forehead, preventing him from moving.
Before him, Song Changming stood in mid-air, expression calm, holding a saber with its blade pointed at the man's forehead.
His icy gaze locked with the two enormous pupils before him.
Before he could react further, Song Changming's Sword Qi pulsed, piercing a large hole, with a diameter of two to three meters, in the great ape's head.
Blood gushed forth like a fountain, spraying from the back of the great ape's head.
