HISS!
A sound like the hiss of a giant python echoed as the massive Fire Python was split in two.
PFFT!
A figure shot out from the sparks—it was the old crone. At this moment, however, she looked utterly wretched. Her snake-headed staff was broken in two, her hair was singed, her clothing was tattered, and she reeked of a burnt stench. As she appeared, all the disciples of the Fire Cloud Sect spewed blood, their faces turning pale with shock and horror.
"How is this possible... How is this possible!" the old crone cried in disbelief, her hoarse voice roaring at Lin Mu. "How did you do it!?"
Lin Mu clasped his hands behind his back and looked at her indifferently. "The glow of a firefly dares to compete with the brilliance of the moon. I don't know whether to call you arrogant or just foolish."
"COUGH! COUGH!" Provoked by Lin Mu's words, the old crone coughed violently, spitting out a mouthful of blood.
