Slaying the Datura Snake!

Lin Mo extended his right hand, grabbed Luo Sanpao by the scruff of its neck, tightened his fingers, and with a burst of strength from his arm, tossed the creature away.

Luo Sanpao's round body traced a parabola through the air, its four short legs kicking wildly until it landed with a thud at Yu Xiaogang's feet, kicking up a cloud of dust.

The Datura Snake is venomous, and its toxins are quite potent.

If Luo Sanpao were to be bitten squarely, it would undoubtedly be poisoned.

Even if Yu Xiaogang recalled Luo Sanpao, as its host, he would not be spared from the encroaching toxins.

This was naturally a scenario Lin Mo wished to avoid.

If Yu Xiaogang were to lose his mobility, his and Tang San's soul-hunting journey would likely come to an abrupt end.

The Datura Snake missed its strike, its triangular head snapping toward Lin Mo.

A cold glint flashed in its ruby-like eyes as its maw parted slightly, revealing two curved fangs.

Before it could fly into a rage and strike at Lin Mo, Tang San's support arrived.

A thick white radish flew out, retrieved by Tang San from his Twenty-Four Moonlit Bridges and tossed directly into the Datura Snake's gaping mouth.

The snake's jaws were propped open, its fangs embedded deep into the radish.

Tang San's eyes had turned completely purple, with violet light seemingly swirling in the depths of his pupils. Thanks to the Purple Demon Eye, he could clearly track every movement made by both Lin Mo and the Datura Snake.

"Nice assist!"

Lin Mo gave Tang San a thumbs-up, then stepped forward without hesitation, clenched his fist, and slammed it heavily into the side of the Datura Snake's head.

His fist tore through the air, sending the serpent reeling.

It hadn't even managed to spit out the radish before Lin Mo's straight punch left it dazed.

The triangular head jerked to the side, the red light in its eyes flickering as the creature grew disoriented.

Its body stiffened for a moment before it began to thrash violently, attempting to break free from Lin Mo's grip.

But it was futile; Lin Mo held it firmly in place.

Lin Mo had long anticipated the appearance of this snake.

Furthermore, even if he hadn't been accompanying Tang San and Yu Xiaogang, Tang San's masterful use of hidden weapons and the sleeve arrows he had crafted would have been enough to finish off the snake without any real danger.

Not to mention, Tang San's father, the Clear Sky Douluo Tang Hao, was likely watching from the shadows.

If he and Tang San couldn't handle this snake and were truly in danger, Tang Hao would surely have intervened.

Tang San continued to use his technique to launch white radishes from various tricky angles, striking the Datura Snake's massive body.

These radishes had been purchased by Yu Xiaogang to replenish Luo Sanpao's energy, but in Tang San's hands, they had become the perfect tools to restrict the snake's movements.

At this thought, the light in Tang San's purple eyes intensified.

As long as Lin Mo could hold on a little longer, he was confident he could find the snake's weak point.

Once the weakness was exposed, he was certain he could finish the beast off with the first set of hidden weapons he had crafted at the smithy: the Silent Sleeve Arrow.

Soon, the Datura Snake seemed thoroughly enraged by the duo's relentless actions; it snapped its jaws and flung the radish away.

The scales on its body began to glow, a faint yellow light coating the dark green armor, and its speed surged.

The snake lunged from the ground with a dull thud, instinctively darting toward Tang San with its mouth wide open.

Transparent venom had already begun to drip from its fangs.

Yet, the next moment, it found itself awkwardly suspended in mid-air, unable to move.

Its body was pulled into a straight line, the rear half dangling in the air while the front half strained forward, unable to advance even an inch.

It instinctively looked back to find that Lin Mo had seized its tail, halting it in mid-air.

Lin Mo's feet were buried into the ground, his fingers dug deep into the gaps between the snake's scales, his knuckles white.

The next moment, Lin Mo gripped the tail with both hands, muscles tensed, and began to spin the Datura Snake around.

Secret Technique: Windmill Technique!

Lin Mo spun in place, the Datura Snake's massive body whipped into a dark green ring.

As the snake rotated at high speed, the sound of the wind and the serpent's body slicing through the air created a whistling roar.

Tang San and Yu Xiaogang instinctively retreated a few steps to give them space.

After being swung around several times like a windmill, the Datura Snake was slammed violently into the ground.

A dull, thunderous crash echoed out.

The ground shook, sending dust spraying in every direction.

The massive body of the Datura Snake was slammed straight into the mud, carving out a shallow trench.

It would be no exaggeration to say that Lin Mo's combo had left it completely dazed; for a moment, it couldn't even manage to regain its senses.

Its body was still twitching, and before it could recover enough to attempt an escape, Lin Mo pressed his four fingers together, forming his hand into a blade.

Lin Mo crouched low, pinning the snake's neck with his knee, and raised his right hand high before driving it fiercely into the Datura Snake's fragile eyelid.

The eyelid was one of the few weak points of the Datura Snake.

His fingertips pierced the skin with a dull, squelching sound.

Lin Mo thrust his right hand directly through the eye socket and into the Datura Snake's brain.

A warm, viscous sensation enveloped his palm, and after forcing himself to endure the nausea and giving it a few stirs, Lin Mo pulled his hand out.

The next moment, the Datura Snake twitched twice, its tail slapping the ground weakly with two soft thuds before it went completely still.

A deep yellow spirit ring slowly emerged from its corpse.

This scene left both Tang San and Yu Xiaogang completely stunned.

Tang San's Purple Demon Eye had yet to fade, and his purple pupils reflected the deep yellow spirit ring.

His right hand was still resting at his waist, and he was still clutching the white radish he hadn't managed to throw.

Yu Xiaogang stood beside Luo Sanpao, his expression frozen as if he had been turned to ice.

After what had happened earlier, they both thought they had a grasp on the extent of Lin Mo's brutality, but they hadn't expected him to be violent to such a degree.

Relying on pure brute force, he had actually managed to suppress a century-old spirit beast in every aspect.

The Datura Snake hadn't shown the slightest ability to resist when facing Lin Mo, having been beaten down by him from start to finish.

It hadn't even had the chance to flee.

It had been finished off by Lin Mo in such a nonchalant manner.

The Datura Snake's venomous fangs, which posed such a massive threat to human spirit masters, never once found an opportunity to touch Lin Mo.