There was no time to react; the physician's neck was severed immediately, putrid blood gushing from his seemingly frail body, spraying directly onto the temple roof so that blood rained down, drip-dropping to the ground.
That sword strike, like a thunderbolt from the ninth heaven, cleaved from the top of the Heavenly Dome with dominating grandeur, filled with an unmatched ferocity of murderous intent.
Yet even so, the physician, now decapitated, was not dead. His head let out mournful wails as spider-like limbs sprouted from the severed neck, scrambling across the floor in an attempt to escape.
"How can this be?!"
The Demon Slayer Warrior was dumbfounded, thinking he had already died, but Qiao Xuan stepped past him, thrusting his sword into the head of the physician, now turned into a spider.
"You bastard!"
Qiao Xuan shouted fiercely: "Those corpses outside, clothed just like you, and those children's bodies, the so-called sick children you spoke of, you ate them, didn't you!"
