Xiao Jin's move had completely exceeded Nalan Yanran's understanding.
In her eyes, even if the Flower Sect's Grand Elders had made a move, they probably would have found it difficult to kill this Ancient Heavenly Demon Python so effortlessly.
Although the Ancient Heavenly Demon Python was nominally only a Five-Revolution Peak Dou Zun, relying on its instinct for slaughter, its Ancient Bloodline, and the formidable body of a Fierce Beast, it could completely contend with an ordinary Seven-Star Dou Zun, or even a Peak Eight-Turn Dou Venerate.
Yet this peerless Fierce Beast had not even been able to make Xiao Jin take things seriously.
Just how powerful was he now?
When he said that his realm far surpassed that of the Puppet, was it truly not merely an excuse to persuade her to accept the North Dragon King?
Seeing that Nalan Yanran was still standing in a daze, Xiao Jin waved a hand in front of her.
"What are you spacing out for? Hurry up and keep up."
Nalan Yanran came to her senses as if awakening from a dream. In her haste to catch up with Xiao Jin, she stumbled and nearly fell to the ground.
Fortunately, at the final moment before falling, she remembered that she was still a Two-Star Dou Zun. She forcibly controlled her body and avoided ending up in a completely humiliating state.
The Blood Pool built by the Ancient Heavenly Demon Python was unable to escape Xiao Jin's perception with his Emperor Realm Soul.
Following that energy fluctuation, Xiao Jin took Nalan Yanran through the heart of the mountain, crossing one small mountain of white bones after another, until he finally stopped at the end of the cave.
This was a field of scarlet rubble. In the center of the rubble stood a pool