West Wing

Zhao Qing Ying leaped up, dodging the slicing wave, and he thrust his fingers at Lee Hin.

A Twirling Wind Strike shot at Lee Hin.

With the head in his hand, Lee Hin lifted it up and let it face the Twirling Wind Strike head-on.

The eyes on the artifact opened again.

And the Twirling Wind Strike disappeared just like what had happened earlier.

Zhao Qing Ying stepped into the air, changing direction, and lunged at Lee Hin.

Lee Hin tried to point the head at Zhao Qing Ying to unleash the absorbed Twirling Wind Strike at him, but he wasn't fast enough.

Thud.

Zhao Qing Ying was too fast for Lee Hin as his palm struck Lee Hin's chest.

Cracking sounds could be heard as the rib cage of Lee Hin fractured.

Splatter.

Lee Hin spat out blood, and it splattered onto the copper coin veil.

"You are worthy of being my new body," Lee Hin said as he held onto Zhao Qing Ying's arm with one hand.