It was as if Su Xuan wasn't killing someone, but practicing his swordsmanship, his movements flowing in one breath—the grace of his swordplay was mesmerizing. Han Caiying swore that, in all her years, this was the first time she had seen such incredible sword technique.
This sensation felt like she was dreaming. Unable to resist, Han Caiying pinched herself. The pain shot through her, and she opened her eyes wide. This wasn't a dream—everything happening before her eyes was incredibly real!
Jiang Tiange stared dumbfounded at Su Xuan as his body, like tofu, was sliced into pieces by Su Xuan.
Only…
Jiang Tiange laughed. His body magically healed again, as if flesh and blood were reborn.
And the parts that Su Xuan had disassembled miraculously returned to their original state.
"Hmm, it seems I've underestimated the power of the Holy Water," Su Xuan said with a surprised face as he looked at Jiang Tiange. He didn't have this kind of undying body himself.