His movements were as swift as a fierce wind. With a horizontal slash of his Myanmar Saber, a cold blade light flashed by. As a "crack" resounded, like a thunderbolt on a clear day, Yang Hua's neck was instantly severed.
Yang Hua's head shot out like a cannonball, drawing a strange arc in the air before landing on the ground three zhang away with a dull "thud".
Meanwhile, his headless body gushed blood like a fountain. Crimson blood sprayed from the blood vessels of his neck, forming columns splashing onto the surrounding ground. The torso wobbled a few times before eventually collapsing with a roar, kicking up dust and blood.
At this moment, Yang Han, Yang Cun, and Yang Qun witnessed this gruesome scene, their hearts chilled. Yet, they quickly steadied themselves, exchanging glances filled with unwavering determination and tacit understanding.
