Mr. Jin drew his sword at that moment.
The young man in white, sitting cross-legged on a barren rock, opened his eyes.
The long sword pierced down.
The sound of thunder boomed.
The Blazing Light from the Flame Dream burning out in an instant at Bai Xiu's forehead, and the streak of Thunder Light that his fingers had wiped across, directly severed Mr. Jin's neck.
Everything happened too quickly, even Mr. Jin himself didn't have time to react.
Thus, the hot, decapitated head that rolled on the ground still had a perplexed look in its eyes... He couldn't understand how a Meditator in a "contemplative state" could react so quickly.
It was impossible for anyone in this world to be immersed in a Dream yet respond to an assassination in the real world.
Unless...
He was never in a Dream to begin with.
