The voice was not loud, but the force behind it was strong.
A great force descended from his shoulder; the person wanted to resist, but upon reconsideration, abandoned the thought.
He took advantage of the situation to land, and immediately felt a chill at his throat; a long sword was resting against his neck.
He smiled bitterly:
"Your skill in Martial Arts is impressive, but I was just trying to save people earlier, with no ill intention."
"Had it not been for that, your head would have already fallen."
Chu Qing looked coldly at the person disguised as Zhong Kui before him.
"A mere head falling... it's not much of a concern."
The 'Zhong Kui' laughed:
"In Yama Hall, I've gone up the hill of knives, down the pot of oil; what have I not experienced?
If you really want this, I'll give you this head."
As he finished speaking, he spun around, and with a hiss, a head flew into the sky.
The body collapsed limply to the ground.
