This feeling was very unpleasant, because for one thing, his life was not completely in his own hands. However, he chuckled coldly afterward: "It seems my estimation was somewhat wrong, underestimated you too much. Just that your power ultimately weakened, or else, this sword just now should have severed my tongue directly." He laughed proudly because he knew his inference was correct.
Although Qinghe advanced to the sacred realm not long ago, he had already become a powerhouse, a Sword Saint! On the Primordial Chaos Continent, the attack power of a Sword Saint is the most formidable, this is indisputable. If it were in his prime, at such close distance, not only his snake tongue but the entire head of the toxic demon should have been cut off.
Yet at this moment, the toxic demon was still intact, just as he said, Qinghe's power had weakened considerably.
