Even for someone as battle-hardened as Tu Xiao'an, the scene before him was staggering.
'How is this possible?' He had tried to pull Xuanyuan He's entire body out, but now all he held was the man's head.
Decapitated!
His lower body gushed blood into the swamp, a garish crimson blooming silently like a demonic lotus on the peak of Celestial Sword Peak.
The body of a dignified High Rank War God wasn't made of paper. It had been cultivated to its absolute limit. How could the head be separated from it so easily?
Tu Xiao'an stood there stunned, finding it hard to accept this reality.
But the facts were laid bare before him.
'Did I lose control of my strength? Did I indirectly kill Xuanyuan He?'
'My God!'
Tu Xiao'an sucked in a sharp breath. For him, killing was as common as breathing.
But this time, the death had sent him into a panic like a complete rookie.
