[Ding! Transformation-stage greater demon slain. Blood essence seized: +3000. Karmic slaughter gained: +800!]
Amid the wind and snow, Chen Mu lowered his fist and stood bathed in the great serpent's demon beast blood.
Beneath his feet, the Mystic Serpent's corpse lay coiled into a mountain of flesh, sprawled on the ground without a trace of its former ferocity.
Everyone was stunned by the sight.
Out in the wilderness, the demons trembled like chaff in a sieve, feeling as though they had beheld a god.
"He killed it? He really killed it?"
"Ninth Senior Brother punched that beast to death?"
The soldiers atop the city wall stared in horror as well.
Then thunderous cheers erupted.
"Good! Well killed!"
"Ninth Senior Brother is invincible!"
Led by Liu Meng, the Martial Arts Hall disciples all shouted themselves hoarse with excitement.
Li Huanzhen and the other wandering martial artists watched with complicated expressions.
"Brother Chen has truly opened this humble Daoist's eyes."
"This is the first time we've ever seen such domineering fist techniques."
While the martial artists exclaimed in wonder, Liu Qingcang's gaze darkened.
"Can't hold back any longer?"
"Hmph..."
He gave a low grunt, then suddenly barked:
"Ninth Brother, fall back."
With that, he kicked off the city wall and launched himself forward.
"What's happening?"
Everyone's heart lurched.
They saw Liu Qingcang sail dozens of yards through the air and land atop the serpent's corpse.
Exhausted by the battle, Chen Mu's imposing aura was rapidly fading.
Seeing his master arrive, he forced himself to stand steady and cupped his fist.
"Master, your disciple has fulfilled his duty."
At the sight of him, Liu Qingcang laughed heartily.
"Excellent! With you to inherit my fist techniques, even if I die in battle today, I can rest easy."
"Take the saber and go!"