"Overestimating your own strength!"
In the next instant, Su Changqing flicked his right hand, and a small sword shimmering with flowing light shot forth. In a flash of blood-red radiance, it violently cleaved the fire serpent apart.
Without slowing in the slightest, it continued toward the demonic beast.
As the sword fell, multicolored light flickered. In an instant, a cloud of blood mist burst across the sea's surface.
Whoosh...
A stream of crimson light flew out. Su Changqing's expression shifted slightly, and with a wave of his hand, a flash of light shot forth. That radiance seemed to be bound by something and was pulled back into Su Changqing's palm.
It was a completely crimson bead, about the size of a longan. Needless to say, it was the demonic beast's Demon Core.
Su Changqing naturally had no interest in something of this level, so he casually put it away.
Seeing the demonic beast slain, the brother and sister heaved a great sigh of relief and respectfully flew over to Su Changqing.
"I am Ouyang Long, and this is my younger sister, Ouyang Feng. Thank you for your assistance, Fellow Daoist. If you had not acted in time, the two of us would already have perished. We will certainly repay this great kindness."
Ouyang Long clasped his fists toward Su Changqing, his face full of respect. The delicate-looking young woman also bowed to Su Changqing, her gaze equally filled with gratitude.
Within these Demon Beast Mountains, demonic beasts were everywhere. The slightest carelessness could mean dying on the spot in the next moment.
The end would be unimaginably tragic, little different from having one's soul scattered.
Originally, they had been traveling with companions—there had been four or five others—but they had encountered a group of social demonic beasts along the way.