Having competed against Zhui Tian for so long, he was intimately familiar with his old rival's moves.

As Zhui Tian made his move, his body was already radiating with specks of dark shadow light.

The instant the sword light pierced his body, Zui Jie Shuang Lian’s body was instantly cleaved in two, transforming into two dark shadow orbs that abruptly accelerated forward.

"A clone…"

Zhui Tian's expression darkened, and his speed suddenly increased as he charged forward.

But he was still outmaneuvered by Zui Jie Shuang Lian and fell behind.

Up ahead, Zui Jie Shuang Lian’s separated shadows were rapidly approaching Fang Yue.

Despite Zhui Tian launching two more sword attacks from behind, Zui Jie Shuang Lian dodged them all, maintaining speed as they reached Fang Yue.

The moment Zui Jie Shuang Lian reached the defense, the two separated shadows abruptly converged, merging into a single, larger dark shadow orb.

With a loud bang, the dark shadow orb exploded in front of Fang Yue, and Zui Jie Shuang Lian emerged from the light, both hands raising massive scythes high above, a sinister grin on his face as if he were about to deliver Fang Yue's final execution.

He enjoyed this feeling.

The feeling of slaughter, the feeling of sadistic killing!

No matter where he was, no matter who he served, as long as he could experience this feeling, as long as he could do this, nothing else mattered!

Of course, there was a difference between free, unrestrained killing and passively waiting for orders.

Only Zui Jie Shuang Lian and Zhui Tian were special cases like that. Other experts with top-tier strength, those in the second echelon, were barely at the Yun level, and below that were the people at the high-level Ren tier who were just filling the ranks.

But don't underestimate the mere Ren tier experts. A Ren tier expert, if placed outside, would be a mainstay or even an elite force anywhere.

Not to mention the Ren tier martial artists in the death row squad, most of whom were at the high-level Ren tier and, as prisoners, were all outstanding in strength and rich in combat experience.

Therefore, the strength of the death row squad was beyond doubt, but the gap was still too large when facing existences like the Moon Lord spirit or even Zui Jie Shuang Lian.

"Go pick up the head and take it back as proof."

Wu Feifei had already arrived beside Fang Yue's corpse, glanced down, and instructed Zui Jie Shuang Lian.

Zui Jie Shuang Lian just smiled, not replying.

Meanwhile, his subordinate hurriedly flattered, "Lord Wu Feifei, let me pick it up."

Wu Feifei nodded slightly, not particularly demanding anything of Zui Jie Shuang Lian.

These death row inmates were inherently difficult to manage, especially troublemakers like Zui Jie Shuang Lian and Zhui Tian.

Fortunately, when there was a mission, these death row inmates were willing to listen, even Zui Jie Shuang Lian was no exception.

That subordinate was none other than the Tiger Head Spear from before.

After receiving permission, Tiger Head Spear quickly walked over to Fang Yue's rolling head, bent down, and prepared to pick it up.

And just then… he saw it, Fang Yue's head moved!