Gu Sheng's footsteps echoed, yet the man didn't bother to raise his head. After a moment, the swordsman placed the boy's corpse aside, revealing his true face.
A distinctive black mole on his lower lip.
It was none other than Xiong Jianmei.
He slowly stood up, looked at Gu Sheng, and spoke with a voice void of any surprise.
"Executioner?"
"Yes."
The swordsman said in a low tone, "Good. To thank you for not interrupting my time with Xiao Nian earlier, I can leave your corpse intact."
Gu Sheng narrowed his eyes and grinned, saying:
"So confident?"
"The last executioner who died at my hands said the same thing."
The massive axe behind Gu Sheng somehow slid into his hands, and gripping it with both hands, Gu Sheng's aura grew even fiercer. The distant onlookers couldn't help but feel their hearts clench.
"Unfortunately, I can't afford to leave your corpse intact. I need your head."
