His entire being was firmly trapped within the "grindstone."
At the same time,
the grindstone spun, vibrating the space so much that wrinkles appeared.
And Xiong Xiao let out an extremely shrill and tragic scream.
"No... I was wrong, please don't kill..."
His voice was faint, then quickly disappeared into nothingness.
All that could be heard throughout the venue were the subtle cracking sounds of bones being ground to dust by that palm.
Finally,
after three breaths,
the palm shadow dissipated.
And looking at the scene once more, Xiong Xiao's figure was nowhere to be seen.
What remained was only the tiny blood mist floating in the air.
This was all that Xiong Xiao left in this world.
Under Xue An's last strike, Xiong Xiao's spirit had been crushed into nothingness.
Although this might all seem to have occurred slowly, it all happened within the span of just an incense stick's burning time.
