The Mystic Serpent had long since been refined into something bound to her very life. Its power had naturally increased tremendously, but likewise, if the Mystic Serpent collapsed, she herself would suffer grave injuries. Before this, however, she had never imagined that it could actually be beaten to collapse.
There were no outside Kings in the Selection of Emperor Road. Her strength could be said to have reached its pinnacle; so long as she did not provoke those prodigies and monsters, she was practically invincible.
Yet she had never expected to encounter such a monster.
He had actually beaten even her Mystic Serpent into collapse.
She was still in a daze. Though it lasted only an instant, Ye Xiwen seized that instant. With a single stride, he pierced through space and appeared directly before the old woman. A sword gleam flashed from the Duankong Sword in his hand and swept horizontally downward.
"Ah!"
The old woman let out a miserable scream. Her reaction had been far too slow; she had only managed to dodge slightly before nearly half her body was struck directly by Ye Xiwen's blade and shattered apart. Blood sprayed out, turning into a mist that filled the air.
The old woman retreated again and again into the midst of her companions, her gaze toward Ye Xiwen filled with shock. If the first time could still be blamed on carelessness, then this time she had clearly gone all out, yet Ye Xiwen had still utterly crushed her.
That blood-red Sword Qi was far too savage. The baleful aura attached to it was terrifying beyond measure. During their clash just now, even while hidden within the Mystic Serpent's flesh, she had still been affected by it. To her, this was simply unimaginable.
Having cultivated to her level, she had