C1950 Can It Work on a Dead Person?

"Ah!"

Before the tyrannical palm strike could connect, a sigh of resignation echoed beside Mu Changxiao's ear, "Women are such a hassle!"

Simultaneously, a white figure flashed into existence between them, its sword lunging straight for Mu Changxiao's brow. The move was swift, fierce, and executed at a bizarre angle, leaving no room for evasion or defense