Chapter 1937

The Second State Preceptor looked up at the executioner, and then a golden light seemed to flash across his neck.

Fahai frowned; he clearly saw that a golden collar seemed to be fitted around the Second State Preceptor's neck, encircling his entire head.

"Swish!"

The executioner's broadsword fell, and the Second State Preceptor's head rolled onto the ground.

"Splash!"

A bowl-sized gap appeared where the Second State Preceptor's neck had been, and blood sprayed out like a fountain; the scene looked incredibly gruesome.

"Wow, it's exactly the same as a real beheading."

"The Second State Preceptor is doing this, he won't just die like this, will he?"

"How is that possible? How could the Second State Preceptor lose to that hairy-faced monkey? His divine abilities are vast."

At this moment, the King of Chechi stood dumbfounded, watching the blood continuously spraying on the execution platform. In an instant, the blood flowed like a small stream, dripping down from the marble platform and cascading down the steps, layer by layer.

"Great State Preceptor..."

The King of Chechi looked toward the Great State Preceptor, his eyes filled with worry.

"Your Majesty, rest assured. This is the most formidable aspect of the Second State Preceptor's divine abilities. This time, Tang Seng and his disciples are sure to lose!"

The Great State Preceptor said with a smug smile.

Sun Wukong watched everything before him, his eyes clearly showing extreme shock. He had not expected that he was actually playing for real.

In fact, all methods of beheading, for cultivators, are generally a form of illusion; there is no such thing as a real beheading. ===== CHAPTER 1939 =====