Zhu Qilue was completely stunned!
His mind went blank, and everything before him turned blood red.
He watched helplessly as Lao Qiu's head separated from his body, bouncing twice like a soccer ball on the ground, rolling to his feet.
Lao Qiu still had that miserable look, bruised and swollen, precisely from the beating Zhu Qilue had given him. He thought a brutal beating would let Lao Qiu escape death.
Yet it was unexpected.
Lin Fan actually took action directly, without hesitation, and without any warning.
Zhu Qilue didn't even have time to react.
The sword light flashed, and the head was already on the ground, in just a fraction of a breath!
Zhu Qilue stared wide-eyed at Lao Qiu's head, without blinking, as if he had turned to stone.
Lin Fan, however, remained indifferent, glancing coldly at Lao Qiu's body and head, with a sneer.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
He flicked off the remaining blood on the sword, then put away the Xuanyuan Sword.
"Worthless."
