A streak of blood light shocked the heavens.
Ye Mitian's head flew high, a fountain of blood gushed out from the severed neck.
Bright red blood scattered everywhere.
The blood of the Saint Emperor dyed half the sky red.
Hiss!
Ying Feng Saint Emperor and Wusheng Saint Emperor gasped and retreated, distancing themselves from Ye Mitian.
Behind Ye Mitian.
A figure gradually emerged.
It was Xiao Yi.
The Heavenly Net might bind Saint Emperor Realm experts, but it couldn't constrain Xiao Yi who controlled both the power of life and death.
Holding Ye Mitian's head single-handedly.
Xiao Yi smirked playfully, "I wonder how many Saint Emperor weapons your worthless life is worth?"
Just moments ago, Ye Mitian thought to exchange his life for Saint Emperor weapons.
Now, in a flash.
The roles between the two had undergone a dramatic shift.
Ye Mitian, worthy of being a Saint Emperor Realm master, though beheaded, hadn't lost his vitality.
