"What... How could this be..." Mrs. Song looked at the dull and lifeless Coiling Dragon Cane, intense surprise and worry flickering in her eyes.
At this moment, Zhao Wencheng had turned into a demon, his entire body wrapped in fresh blood, becoming a figure composed of blood, with only a pair of blood-red eyeballs visible.
"Without the Coiling Dragon Cane, let's see how you'll fight me!" Zhao Wencheng sneered, his face twisted and ferocious.
"Today, you're destined to be the sacrifice for my breakthrough to the Nascent Soul Realm." Zhao Wencheng licked his lips, staring at Elder Song like viewing prey.
Zhao Wencheng spread his hands open in front of his chest, suddenly forming two scarlet tiger heads with blood-red fangs.
Zhao Wencheng pushed forward forcefully, the two tiger heads intertwined in a cross shape, swiftly dashing toward Elder Song.
