As he struggled to lift his head, a golden blade light had already slashed through the sky, heading straight for his neck with deadly precision.
Liu Muran's pupils suddenly dilated to their limits, a deep sense of fear rising from the depths of his heart, his eyes fixed on the incoming blade light, his body trembling, his eyeballs almost popping out from fright.
He wanted to run, but he found that he had completely lost the ability to resist. The closer the blade light got to him, the more violently his heart beat, as if it could burst at any moment.
"No..."
Liu Muran roared hoarsely, his voice filled with extreme misery. He wanted to beg for mercy, wanted to give up resistance, but he couldn't manage to do so.
"Pfft!"
A crisp sound echoed, and the golden-colored blade light, like an exceedingly sharp treasure, pierced through Liu Muran's throat, a sweet and fishy taste gushing out.
