Qin Liuxi stabbed the Qilin dagger forcefully into the heart of Little Stiff and agitated it, the Sharp Gang Qi on the dagger burning like flames in its heart.
She pulled out the dagger, and a black liquid with a pungent stench of decay dripped from the tip of the blade.
"No!" Daoist Taiyang screamed shrilly as he leaped over like a madman, while behind him, Master Tai Cheng caught up with a palm strike to his back.
At the same time.
Boom.
Daoist Taiyang spurted out a mouthful of fresh blood; an intense tearing and twisting pain emanated from his heart as he fell to the ground, struggling to lift his head towards the Little Stiff that was beginning to burn from the inside out. Blood flowed from his seven orifices, and his entire being underwent a significant transformation.
His hair, already pale, was now so white it shone. His face rapidly shrunk as the muscles lost Shuifen, visibly aging at a speedy pace, and his torso similarly shrunk, turning into a real, skinny old man.
