"Yes."
Li Yanxin stood on tiptoe, lifted her skirt hem with a look of disdain, and gently picked up Li Hanpeng's head, which had been cooked to a medium well done, and carefully put it back.
Then a bizarre scene unfolded!
The interface where the head was reattached squirmed with flesh and blood, and the decapitated Li Hanpeng conspicuously came back to life, even the scorched flesh on his body quickly transformed into necrotic skin flakes that fell to the ground.
Even with the varying physiques of martial artists, such a degree of recovery is hard to still call him human.
Even Ye Qingzhou, who prided himself on being knowledgeable and experienced, was dumbfounded at this moment.
He had just struck Li Hanpeng with the Thunder Fire Sword, worried about some strange treatment method the opponent might have, and thus struck decisively with the thought of erring on the side of caution.
