Boom! After a fierce exchange of blows, Zhao Zhen finally managed to tear apart the two blood-red giant pythons.
But a huge blood-red hand was already descending from the sky. It effortlessly broke through Zhao Zhen's defenses, and its bloody palm struck him squarely on the crown of his head.
Crack! A web of fractures spread from the crown of Zhao Zhen's head across his entire body. The blow had utterly destroyed the life force within him.
His Nascent Soul, less than a foot tall, fled in a panic. But before it had gone a few yards, Lu Xiaotian flicked out the Soul-Binding Net and captured it.
"What exactly are you trying to do?" Zhao Zhen's Nascent Soul glared at Lu Xiaotian with venom.
"Of course I'm going to hunt down every last member of the Zhao clan. Then I'll take the Dragon Essence." Lu Xiaotian sneered.
"Your cultivation is already unmatched among great cultivators. But if you don't know the right method, then no matter how mighty your divine abilities are, you still won't be able to break through the floating ice surrounding the Dragon Essence," Zhao Zhen said with a cold snort.
"No matter. Once I've killed the rest of your clan, surely one of them will be afraid of death." Lu Xiaotian didn't take it to heart. He put away Zhao Zhen's Nascent Soul and Sumeru Ring, then returned with Xiang Qingcheng to the pool where they had been before, looking for their next target. As for the contents of Zhao Zhen's Sumeru Ring, Lu Xiaotian gave them a cursory glance. It was filled with treasures, perhaps because Zhao Zhen had hunted down several groups of experts from different clans. But at Lu Xiaotian's current level, there was very little he could use directly. Besides, he was