Lu Xueqi (85)

In truth, Su Han's sword strike had not actually severed the stalactite.

Before the sword qi reached the stone's base, it dispersed cleverly, stirring up only a fierce gust of energy.

But that was enough.

To the Ice Scale Python, the threat to the spiritual treasure it guarded was a more direct provocation than any intruder entering its territory.

Its simple intelligence could not distinguish the feint within Su Han's sword qi, much less comprehend the complicated conflict between humans.

All it saw was that while it was "sleeping," a group of ill-intentioned people had barged in, and one of them had actually dared to attack the spiritual milk it regarded as its most precious possession!

Almost at the same moment Su Han turned, swung his sword, and shouted aloud, the Ice Scale Python's pent-up fury and demonic power erupted with a thunderous burst.

Frigid icy mist sprayed out in a fan shape. Everywhere it passed, fine ice crystals formed in the air, and the ground was instantly blanketed in thick white frost.

The three demonic cultivators charging at the front bore the brunt of it.

They had been grinning viciously as they prepared to harvest their "prey." Who would have thought the "prey" would remain still while the coiled "guard snake" beside them suddenly went mad and inexplicably switched its target to them?

"Watch out!"

"This beast!"

Startled cries and furious curses rang out almost at once.

The three demonic cultivators hurriedly activated their protective artifacts, and shields of various colors flared to life.

But how could the Ice Scale Python's enraged strike be so easily resisted?

The icy mist slammed into the shields with tooth-grinding cracks.

The protective barriers of the two weaker Mid Golden Core Stage demonic cultivators lasted less than a breath before shattering with a