SWISH!
A flash of moonlight, as pristine as silk, shot through the air. The fist, clearly empowered by an extraordinary Body Refining Secret Technique, was just about to smash Suo Qian's head like a watermelon when it was severed cleanly at the wrist.
The stump of the wrist was perfectly smooth, without a single trace of blood.
The man cried out in pain, clutching his wound as his figure was revealed.
"Du the Twelfth Son!"
Recognizing the man's face, Suo Qian realized it was a cultivator from the Du Family he had dealt with before. He spoke, his voice laced with lingering fear.
Just a moment ago, he had truly felt death's approach.
Du the Twelfth Son was one of the Zengguang Du Family's youngest Core Formation True Men. Before reaching Core Formation, he had established his Pill Discussion, and was regarded as the junior with the greatest hope of advancing to the rank of True Monarch.
But that was merely a hope; to this day, he was only at the Mid-Stage of Core Formation.
