Before anyone could notice what was happening here, another bestial roar rang out. The catfish demon beast suddenly lunged straight at Shen Luo, a mass of foul blood surging from its gaping maw as it snapped down at his head.
Shen Luo did not even glance at it. He swept two fingers toward it, and the Pure Yang Flying Sword immediately soared up. Flames surged along its blade as it split into three in midair and shot into the demon beast's mouth.
The next instant, glaring cracks appeared all over the catfish demon beast's body. Blazing flames poured through them, and with a boom, its body burst apart.
Shen Luo paid it no further attention and simply tightened his grip on the young man's arm.
A sharp crack rang out. The young man's wrist snapped instantly, its bones crushed to fragments. His flesh contracted around the shattered bones until his wrist looked no thicker than a hemp rope.
"Ah..."
The young man froze for a moment, then let out a shriek like a pig being slaughtered.
Seeing this, Shen Luo frowned slightly, a trace of surprise flashing through his eyes. He could not help sweeping his gaze over the others.
Everyone recoiled in fright at his expression and hurriedly backed away.
The Thorn Feather Spirit Guard endured the pain of his wounds and stepped forward to thank Shen Luo. "Thank you for saving my life, senior."
Shen Luo raised a hand and pressed it against his shoulder, channeling magic power into his body to seal his wounds. He then took out a medicinal pill and had him swallow it, ignoring the young man's anguished screams the entire time.
Then his gaze passed over the gray-haired old man and turned toward the woman holding an infant, finally settling on the baby