Fang Zhen's expression turned grim at the sight.
Montagu wasn't dead yet!
He had pierced Montagu's brain and run him through the heart, but somehow, Montagu was still alive.
The blood was constantly supplying power, repairing Montagu's body.
'I wonder if he'll even have his original memories after his brain, which I just ran through with a spear, gets repaired.'
Fang Zhen had no desire to study the matter.
He drew the Nepalese Curved Saber from his waist.
The saber didn't add much weight, and he didn't want to be completely unarmed, so he'd kept it slung at his side.
"Power Mountain!"
Fang Zhen executed the Power Mountain Seal. A white light flashed on the curved saber, and with a swift motion, he brought the blade down on Montagu's neck.
There was no suspense. The saber fell, severing Montagu's head, which rolled a short distance before getting wedged against a nearby rock.
Fang Zhen took a deep breath.
