Before he could finish speaking, the Ancient Corpse lying on the ground abruptly stood up, stiff as a board, expressionless, emanating a brutal indifference to all life. Its left hand wielded the ancient sword, sweeping it in a motion called Sweeping Thousands Army.
Unable to react in time, Liang was cut in half at the waist by the ancient sword in an instant.
His upper body maintained the motion of turning around, but only his severed top half twisted while his lower half remained motionless on the spot, his face frozen in terror. His upper body slid to one side, spilling his organs.
"Ah!"
The leading middle-aged man jerked in shock, his eyes bloodshot. On instinct, he pulled out his magnetic knife and slashed at Mo Da.
In his subconscious, he assumed that the opponent had only been able to kill his colleague with a sneak attack, so their actual strength shouldn't be very high.