Lin Mo reached out with his right hand, grabbed Luo Sanpao by the scruff of his neck, and tightened his fingers. Then he swung his arm and threw Luo Sanpao straight out.
Luo Sanpao's round body traced an arc through the air, its four stubby legs flailing wildly. It finally landed with a thud at Yu Xiaogang's feet, kicking up a cloud of dust.
The Datura Snake was poisonous, and its venom was quite potent.
If it had truly sunk its fangs into Luo Sanpao, he would definitely have been poisoned.
Even if Yu Xiaogang recalled Luo Sanpao, he, as Luo Sanpao's host, wouldn't have been spared. He would have been affected by the venom as well.
That was the last thing Lin Mo wanted to see.
If Yu Xiaogang lost the ability to move, then his and Tang San's Soul Hunting trip would likely come to an early end.
The Datura Snake's lunge missed, and its triangular head snapped toward Lin Mo.
A cold glint flashed in its ruby-like eyes. Its mouth parted slightly, revealing two curved fangs.
Before it could open its mouth and bite at Lin Mo in fury, Tang San's support had already arrived.
A thick white radish shot through the air. Tang San had taken it straight from the Twenty-Four Moonlit Bridges and thrown it into the Datura Snake's open mouth.
The radish kept its jaws from closing, and its fangs sank deep into the vegetable.
Tang San's eyes had turned completely purple. Violet light seemed to swirl deep within his pupils. Thanks to the Purple Demon Eye, he could clearly see every movement made by Lin Mo and the Datura Snake.
"Nice assist!"
Lin Mo gave Tang San a thumbs-up. Then, without hesitation, he stepped forward, clenched his fist, and slammed it into the side of the Datura Snake's head.
His fist split the air and sent the snake staggering.
It hadn't even had time to spit out the radish before Lin Mo's straight punch left it dazed.
Its triangular head snapped to one side. The red light in its eyes flickered a few times, and its entire body seemed to go faintly hazy.
Its body stiffened for a moment, then began thrashing violently as it tried to break free of Lin Mo's grip.
But to no avail. Lin Mo still held it firmly in place.
Lin Mo had expected the snake to appear.
Besides, even if he hadn't been accompanying Tang San and Yu Xiaogang this time, Tang San's practiced Hidden Weapon techniques and the Sleeve Arrow he had built would have been enough to take the snake down without incident.
Not to mention Tang San's father, the Clear Sky Douluo, Tang Hao, was most likely watching from the shadows right now.
If Tang San and Lin Mo couldn't handle the snake and were about to be in danger, Tang Hao would probably step in from the shadows to help.
Tang San continued to use his skill to send white radishes flying from all sorts of tricky angles, each one slamming into the Datura Snake's massive body.
The radishes had originally been bought in advance by Yu Xiaogang as food to replenish Luo Sanpao's energy.
Now, in Tang San's hands, they had become the best weapon for restricting the Datura Snake's movements.
At the thought, the light in Tang San's now-purple eyes grew even brighter.
As long as Lin Mo could hold out a little longer, Tang San was confident he would find the snake's weakness.
Once he found it, he was sure he could kill the snake with the first set of Hidden Weapons he had made at the blacksmith's shop a while ago: the Silent Sleeve Arrow.
Soon, the Datura Snake seemed to be thoroughly enraged by Lin Mo and Tang San's successive attacks. It snapped its jaws open and flung the radish from its mouth.
At the same time, its scales lit up. A faint yellow glow spread over the dark green scales, and its speed suddenly increased.
Its body sprang off the ground with a muffled slap, then it instinctively lunged at Tang San and bit down.
Transparent venom was already dripping from its fangs.
But the next moment, it awkwardly found itself stretched taut in midair, unable to move.
Its body was pulled into a straight line. Its rear half hung suspended in the air while its front half strained forward, unable to advance another inch.
It instinctively turned to look behind itself, only to find Lin Mo had grabbed its tail.
He had stopped it dead in midair.
Lin Mo's feet had sunk into the ground. His fingers dug deep between the scales of the snake's tail, and his knuckles had turned white.
The next moment, Lin Mo gripped the snake's tail with both hands, tensed his arms, and began swinging the Datura Snake around in circles.
Secret Art: Windmill Technique!
Lin Mo spun in place, and the Datura Snake's massive body became a dark green ring as he swung it around.
The Datura Snake whirled at high speed. The wind and the sound of its body cutting through the air blended into a howling rush.
Tang San and Yu Xiaogang instinctively took a few steps back to give them room.
After Lin Mo swung it around like a giant windmill several times, he smashed the Datura Snake hard into the ground.
A deep, muffled crash rang out.
The ground shuddered, and dust flew in every direction.
The Datura Snake's huge body struck the muddy earth, gouging out a shallow furrow.
It would have been no exaggeration to say Lin Mo had beaten the wits out of it. For a moment, it couldn't even regain its senses.
Its body was still twitching. Before it could recover and try to flee, Lin Mo had already pressed the four fingers of his right hand together, turning them into a blade.
Lin Mo lowered his body and pinned the snake's neck with his knee. He raised his right hand high, then drove it viciously toward the Datura Snake's vulnerable eyelid.
The eyelid was one of the Datura Snake's few weak points.
His fingertips pierced through it with a muffled pop.
Lin Mo shoved his right hand straight through the eye socket and into the Datura Snake's brain.
A warm, sticky sensation enveloped his palm. Fighting back his disgust, he stirred his hand twice, then pulled it out.
The next moment, the Datura Snake convulsed twice. Its tail slapped weakly against the ground two times, making two sharp smacks, then it went still.
A deep yellow Soul Ring slowly emerged from its corpse.
Tang San and Yu Xiaogang were both dumbfounded by the sight.
Tang San's Purple Demon Eye had yet to fade. The deep yellow Soul Ring was reflected in his purple eyes.
His right hand was still at his waist, and he was even still holding the white radish he hadn't had a chance to throw.
Yu Xiaogang stood beside Luo Sanpao, his expression frozen on his face.
After what they had seen earlier, they had thought they understood just how violent Lin Mo could be. But they hadn't imagined he could be this violent.
With nothing but brute force, he had managed to overpower a Hundred-Year Soul Beast in every respect.
The Datura Snake had shown no ability to fight back against Lin Mo. He had dominated it from start to finish.
It hadn't even had time to escape.
Lin Mo had simply dispatched it with casual ease.
The Datura Snake's venomous fangs, such a grave threat to human Soul Masters, had never once had a chance to touch Lin Mo.