SPURT!
With a bright flash of a blade, the head of the Demon Monk Shan Xin—his eyes still wide with disbelief and terror—separated from his body. It rolled across the ground like a ball, kicking up a small cloud of dust.
Chen Sheng stood with his blade in hand, his face ashen. His chest heaved slightly.
Activating the Blood Evil Demon Talisman was not a simple feat. It consumed one's own vital blood and required a period of recuperation before it could be used again. As a result, Chen Sheng was not just drained of color; he even felt dizzy and light-headed.
But being able to slay a genuine Innate Expert was well worth the cost.
After all, the gains from this venture would far outweigh the losses.
Glancing at the headless corpse on the ground, Chen Sheng slowly exhaled a long breath.
This ambush and execution had been incredibly difficult.
