An Ill-Fated Meeting

Meng Yiran reacted with extreme speed, her fair hand flicking as her Serpent Cane martial soul materialized in response.

Two glowing yellow soul rings rose slowly from beneath her feet, readying herself to deliver a fatal blow at a moment's notice.

However, the vigilance of that Phoenix-tail Crested Serpent far exceeded imagination.

Just as Zhang Fei's figure surged upward and his right dragon-claw palm reached for its abdomen, the soul beast's massive body suddenly sprang into the air!

It traced a streak of light through midair, snapped its wings wide, and bolted toward the other side of the woods without looking back.

"Slash!"

Zhang Fei's claw-blade grazed the serpent's belly, but he was ultimately a step too slow, managing only to slice a shallow bloody gash across its underside.

"After it! It can't run far!" Zhang Fei shouted, giving chase first.

Meng Yiran followed closely behind, their two figures flashing swiftly through the dense forest.

Yet the Phoenix-tail Crested Serpent flew with extreme speed, and with the dense thickets of interweaving vines and complex terrain, the distance between them and the beast only grew wider.

Fortunately, the wound on the serpent's belly was quite deep, and dark red blood spilled all the way, leaving a trail among the dead leaves.

Tracking the blood all the way, they finally stopped at the edge of a forest clearing.

In the clearing, the Phoenix-tail Crested Serpent had already been surrounded by several people, its serpentine body firmly subdued.

Needless to say, it was that group of people from Shrek Academy.

Zhang Fei could not help but sigh inwardly: what a small world.

At that moment, a peach-eyed youth with delicate features was squatting half-air beside the serpent's head, holding a gleaming dagger aimed at the serpent's vital spot, about to finish off the