Liu Qingcang's punch crashed down, gravely wounding the Mystic Serpent and leaving it on the brink of death.
But it was, after all, a great demon that had cultivated for a hundred years and achieved transformation. Even now, it forced itself to resist.
"Roar!"
The great serpent roared again and again, thrashing violently as the demonic energy around it gathered into a dark radiance.
But once Liu Qingcang struck, he intended to kill the beast with thunderous force before Yan Qing could come to its aid.
How could he give it a chance to resist now?
"Die!"
Boom!
He brought another punch crashing down.
This punch carried even greater force. Vast blood energy crushed downward, accompanied by a blood dragon soaring through the air.
The dark radiance of demonic energy surrounding the Mystic Serpent shattered abruptly, scattering like glass.
Its unprotected demonic body lay exposed beneath the fist imprint, and several long dragons of blood energy coiled around it.
Its bones and sinews were ground to pieces on the spot, turning into bloody pulp that rained down across the sky.
The entire Grass River Banks were stained crimson.
The Demon Beasts in the wilderness all crouched low and whimpered, cowed by the might of that blow.
Everyone atop the walls was struck dumb.
"It's dead already...?!"
They could hardly believe it.
How savage had that Snake Demon been just moments ago?
Yet now it had been killed with two punches, without even an intact corpse left behind!
"Glory to Master Liu!"
The defenders' spirits soared, and they raised their swords and sabers in cheers.
With Master Liu here, what demon would dare scale the walls?
Below, the demons trembled and halted their assault for the moment.
Everyone gained a chance to catch their breath, and that thought rose unbidden in