A body split in half, riddled with holes, and accompanied by a shriek of pain and death. The image of the Emperor of Death was now nothing what it used to be. His form could not be recognized, after being rendered into a mush of flesh and blood.
The sword on Wang Ling's hand disappeared into nothingness as he reached out to grab the bastard by its separated head, "Where is my daughter?"
Even someone at the Ancestor's level, someone who could create a God's Domain would not be able to regenerate if their bodies were to be split in half. What's more, Wang Ling used pure killing intent, manifested into reality. After his fight with Lixus, Wang Ling grasped the reality of his strength, or rather its concept. His killing intent had already ascended beyond normalcy, nearly crossing the line of true concepts like time and space.