The head flew into the air. At this moment, Bing Ao felt as though he had soared into the sky, then the world spun around, turning dark.
Following that, Bing Ao saw, on the ground below, a huge arena, and above the arena, there stood a familiar icy figure, dressed in icy battle armor, with his neck area empty, spurting fresh red blood like a fountain.
Indeed, it was a freshly decapitated corpse. "This... This is my body!" Bing Ao, feeling the world spinning, suddenly realized in shock.
Then, Bing Ao saw behind the headless corpse, a large silver sickle spinning. When Bing Ao saw that sickle and thought about the formidable power it held a moment ago, he actually felt a sense of relief.
"I finally don't have to face its might anymore!" With this thought, his consciousness began to quickly recede from his mind like the tide.
A powerhouse of the Martial Saint Realm, Vice Hall Master of the Tiankun Sect Xuanwu Hall, Bing Ao, had fallen!
