Facing Mou Yunying, An Jing raised the Killing Life.
The air automatically parted before the descending calamity of the sword's edge, the restless Spiritual Fiend seemingly sensing its master's command, began to coalesce spontaneously, forming a sword that flowed along the sword tip, akin to a white line that could divide everything, pointing straight at Mou Yunying's forehead.
It was only a hair's breadth away from Mou Yunying's forehead, and with a single thought, Mou Yunying's head would be pierced through.
Mou Yunying did not dodge; he merely lifted his head slightly to better align with An Jing's Sword Qi.
"I..."
He spoke in a dream-like tone: "What do I look like now?"
"Half-human, half-dragon."
