All sorts of chaotic emotions burst out at once.
"Behead!"
The executioner's blade fell, whoosh!
Fang Zhixing felt a chill on his neck, and then the world spun around.
His head rolled to the ground.
He saw his own neck, a scar as big as a bowl, from which blood crazily spurted out.
"No!"
Fang Zhixing was stricken with panic, his voice trembling as he shouted.
"I don't want to die, I don't want to die!"
Fang Zhixing erupted with a strong desire to survive, his eyes staring at the severed part of his neck.
Only one thought remained in his mind!
He wanted to reattach his head!
Boom!
Suddenly, a powerful will burst forth from the center of Fang Zhixing's forehead.
For a moment, his head shone like the sun in the sky, bursting out with intense light.
The light was brilliant, dispersing the darkness.
Within the light, a black silhouette slowly took shape.
