522: 294 Headshot_3 522: 294 Headshot_3 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 mont, 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.
This black silhouette was dressed in a dragon robe, wearing a crown, the epito of supre authority, peerlessly arrogant.
Unparalleled dominance!
Indeed, it was the figure of a supre emperor!
However, this emperor was enveloped in swirling black smoke and surging demonic flas, exuding an aura of brutal ferocity.
The Tyrant!
He was the Tyrant!
The Tyrant walked over to Fang Zhixing’s head.
Not until this mont did Fang Zhixing finally see the Tyrant’s face clearly.
It was unmistakably his own!
“The Tyrant is , I am the Tyrant!”
“I have awakened!”
Fang Zhixing had an epiphany, and the fear in his heart receded like a tide.
The Tyrant picked up Fang Zhixing’s head and placed it back on the neck.
The severed flesh instantly reconnected.
Fang Zhixing shook all over and stood up.
The dream thereafter ended…
Fang Zhixing slowly opened his eyes, his gaze cold as ice, as if devoid of human emotion.
An unprecedentedly ferocious aura burst forth from his body.
Xigou at his side had its hair standing on end, its ears drooping, its body violently curling up, almost scared out of its wits.
Fang Zhixing took a deep breath and glanced at the Myriad People Blade.
He was immovable, making no action.
But suddenly, the Myriad People Blade shot towards his head.
Puchi~
The Myriad People Blade pierced through his head, slanted across, and then violently stirred.
With a bang!
Fang Zhixing’s head exploded, its contents spraying in all directions!
“Damn!”
This scene left Xigou completely dumbfounded, shivering in fear!
Fang Zhixing had beco a headless corpse!
But in the very next instant, the flesh on the neck began to wriggle.
The chunks of flesh that had been blasted away also ca back together.
Almost in the blink of an eye, a brand new head grew back.
Fang Zhixing tilted his neck and couldn’t help but grin, revealing a smile that seed to split the heavens.
[Burst Skill: Blood Dripper (Lv5)]
[Burst Skill: Demon Blood Vajra Palm (Lv5)]
[Burst Skill: Mad Blood Blade Gang (Lv5)]
[Burst Skill: Blood Lotus Blossom (Lv5)]
[Divine Skill: Undying from a blown head]
[Divine Skill: Tyrant’s Birth]
“Hm, another Burst Skill awakened, and a Divine Skill too…”
Fang Zhixing was very satisfied.
The “Mad Blood Tyrant” Third Layer is Undying from a blown head.
And the head is the core of the spirit.
Therefore, the Third Layer of this Cultivation Technique is to liberate the spirit, condensing it into a visible spiritual form, the Tyrant.
This is sowhat similar to Taoism’s Yang Divine.
Of course, it’s only similar.
Yang Divine can abandon the physical body and even reconstruct the Dharma Body.
The physical body is actually stripped away, far inferior to the Yang Divine.
But Fang Zhixing is an Undying, his spiritual form “Tyrant” is one with the flesh, inseparable from each other.
“Being unable to die even from a blown head ans that physical attacks are basically impossible to kill .”
Fang Zhixing couldn’t help but laugh heartily.
After that, he looked down at Xigou’s System Panel.
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