Xiao Yan's utterly arrogant demeanor left all the Nine Netherworld Python experts present bewildered. They could not understand what gave him the confidence to act so brazenly.
For some reason, a trace of unease also rose in the First Elder's heart. He had no idea where it came from.
His gaze wandered involuntarily across the scene, and suddenly Yao Lao's figure came into view.
The instant he noticed Yao Lao, his pupils contracted sharply, and his entire body tensed.
As an expert in the late stage of One-Star Dou Sheng, his perception was exceptionally keen.
Yet even so, he had not sensed the slightest trace of this man's presence from beginning to end, as though the man did not exist at all.
"This man... is far from ordinary!" The First Elder narrowed his eyes, his nerves stretched to their limit.
"Aah!"
Splurt! Splurt! Splurt!
The next instant, screams rang out amid the sounds of blood spraying.
Everyone immediately turned toward the noise, only to see the bodies of everyone attacking the three women burst like fireworks, exploding into clouds of blood mist.
"What happened?!" The experts were startled and immediately turned their gazes toward Xiao Yan. He was still standing in the same spot, his expression unchanged, as though he had never moved.
While everyone else remained bewildered, the First Elder finally noticed something amiss.
"That's... an afterimage!" the First Elder cried out in shock.
Immediately afterward, the sounds of rushing wind and shattering space assailed his ears.
Before anyone could react, Xiao Yan had already appeared behind the First Elder. With a clean, decisive roundhouse kick, his leg swept viciously toward the elder's head like a sharp woodcutting blade.
Xiao Yan's speed was eerily terrifying, his movements without the slightest wasted motion. No one had time to react.
Boom!