Feeling the powerful force of the sword aura behind him, Ding Xingbo turned pale in terror and hurriedly channeled all of his energy into the sword to try to fend it off.
Unfortunately, his level of defense was as fragile as paper before the sword aura. In an instant, Ding Xingbo was sent flying, his chest caving in by two inches.
Collapsed on the ground, Ding Xingbo's breath was more a wheeze than anything else, barely clinging to life. Watching Gu Sheng slowly approach, Ding Xingbo's eyes were filled with panic as he struggled with all his might to crawl away. Alas, the sword aura had already shattered his limbs, leaving him unable to move an inch no matter how hard he tried.
Gu Sheng walked up to Ding Xingbo, raised his sword, and brought it down, directly severing his head.
Gu Sheng picked up Ding Xingbo's Snow Cutting sword and wiped the bloodstains off it with his sleeve.
