With those words, Li Xiaobai swept his longsword horizontally, and a pitch-black sword beam slashed through the air in Han Buzhu's astonished gaze. The very next second, Han Buzhu felt the world spinning wildly, and then he saw his own headless body slump to the ground. After that, darkness enveloped his vision, and life left him entirely.
Even in death, his face retained an expression of shock and disbelief.
"Bang!"
As his life and dao vanished, the storages within his Dantian burst forth, scattering copious resources all over, filling the entire boat to the brim.
Only then did Uncle Han snap out of it, his somewhat dazed eyes now brimming with fear and fury.
"Young Master!"
"You actually killed my Young Master!"
"You truly have an audacious sky-reaching nerve. Do you realize that by stirring up trouble on the Southern Continent you will face endless pursuit, relentlessly hunted until death?"