Although Yang Jing understood the trick to it, he could only pretend to struggle as he drew the Demon-slaying Sword, gripping it with both hands.
Si Taizhen meant well, but he had no idea that the number of Celestial Demons and Demon Cultivators who had died at Yang Jing's hands was already countless. Having to act like someone who rarely killed gave Yang Jing quite a headache.
His hands trembling, he feigned exhaustion as he held the Demon-slaying Sword and walked up to the first Demon Cultivator.
When that Demon Cultivator was captured, he had been quite defiant, but by now, his courage had all but vanished.
Yang Jing let his hands go slack, allowing the Demon-slaying Sword's own weight to slice off the Demon Cultivator's head and half his shoulder.
A Demon Soul flew out from the wound. Seeing that Yang Jing hadn't made any preparations to capture it, the soul immediately fled, trying to escape the execution ground.
