"..."
Step. Step. Step.
Wu Yu arrived next to the hanging corpse. There was a clear, indifferent light within his eyes as he grabbed the shaft of his halberd, yanking it out of Nansi Yuangu's head. A sickening sound resounded of bone grating against metal.
Thud!
The corpse lifeless fell on the ground, sprawled out. Wu Yu waved his hand, retrieving the spatial ring on Nansi Yuangu's finger. He shamelessly took the spoils of his victory. An easy, swift victory.
With a pitying gaze, Wu Yu said: "So you were injured." There was blood leaking from Nansi Yuangu's mouth, not originating from his decimated skull. At the very last moments of Nansi Yuangu's life, his injuries had flared upon being assaulted by the full brunt of his enhanced Imperial Heaven Aura and Imperial Pressure. It was this that sealed his fate.