It could be said that Meng Zhao had succeeded with a single strike. The divine spear's sharp edge, coupled with his peerless spear arts, had pierced the weakest point of Seven-Headed Xiangliu's otherwise invincible body, producing an extraordinary result.
The drops of black essence blood splashing down were proof enough.
Yet in truth, Meng Zhao was not particularly pleased. Instead, his expression became graver than ever, and he felt not the slightest self-satisfaction at having injured Seven-Headed Xiangliu.
The reason was simple. Seven-Headed Xiangliu's body was simply too towering and immense, its qi and blood so overwhelming that perhaps even some Gods and Devils could not compare.
For such a terrifying colossal beast, the blood it shed was not even as serious as a human finger being pricked by a needle and bleeding.
In other words, though Meng Zhao had breached Seven-Headed Xiangliu's bodily defenses, he might as well not have. As for the injury, it could hardly be called an injury at all—merely the result of a tiny prank.
That was Meng Zhao's view, of course. As for Seven-Headed Xiangliu, it had indeed been enraged by Meng Zhao's actions.
It had slumbered in the Weak Water Abyss for a very, very long time and had never been wounded by anyone. Though such an injury seemed laughable to it, it had truly damaged its pride and genuinely provoked this peerlessly savage colossal beast.
Three of Seven-Headed Xiangliu's snake heads suddenly lunged toward Meng Zhao. Their necks flattened like blades, and even the paths and arcs of their movement carried a peculiar rhythm, as though they could faintly summon the support of heaven and earth.
Boom! Boom! Boom! The three snake heads opened their mouths and bit down where Meng Zhao had been. Within each maw seemed to lurk a black