Boom!
Everyone in the audience was shaken.
Even the Holy Maiden of the Execution God Temple watching from afar couldn't help but widen her eyes.
No one expected Xue An to strike so boldly.
Only Zhuge Cang smiled slightly, whispering, "This is the Red Lotus Immortal Venerable I know!"
Meanwhile, the Nine-Headed Serpent, having been punched several hundred miles away, struggled to steady itself.
At this moment, half of its face was brutally smashed, leaving a large depression, and its left eye was reduced to a thin slit.
Despite this, not a single drop of blood flowed from the wound, giving it a disturbingly surreal appearance, like a plastic mannequin.
The Nine-Headed Serpent stared at Xue An with its remaining eye, exhaling a cold breath.
Whoosh!
As it inhaled, a violent wind arose within a radius of thousands of miles, with the serpent at its core.
