Physical Bodies are Like Clothes

Puff, puff, puff!

Song Shi's Unfettered Hand was agile and versatile. It was most suitable to deal with these large numbers of strange hands. After a few strikes, the blood river was forced back by thirty feet.

"Hehe, let's see how much strength you have."

The blood-robed old ghost appeared in the blood river. He held his head and was laughing strangely.

"You're all right even now?"

This was the first time Song Shi had encountered a cultivator who acted as if nothing had happened even though his head had fallen off.

"What a frog at the bottom of the well! The power of my Blood Transformation Technique exceeds your imagination. In this blood river, as long as my soul is not destroyed, you won't be able to kill me even if you chop off my head and dig out my heart."