As soon as Yuan Qiubai finished speaking.

Hiss!

Yuan Qiubai’s head had vanished while a fountain of blood shot up from his neck. Meanwhile, a head had appeared in Yang Ye’s grasp, and there was a small shield at the center of the head’s forehead. At this moment, it had struggled free of Yuan Qiubai’s forehead and intended to flee. However, it didn’t take long for Yang Ye to catch it and toss it into the tiny vortex.

Once he was done, Yang Ye gazed at the old man. ...