All Yu Yunwei saw was the boy before her raise his long saber and swing.
A blood-red Evil Qi surged from the boy's Tang Cross Saber, as thick as a roaring tide. Yet this "blood-red tide" condensed into a razor-thin, crimson sheet that sliced across the giant snake's neck.
By the time the Spirit-Collecting Blade was sheathed, the massive snake head had dropped to the ground, its body still twitching uncontrollably.
The snake blood that had been jetting toward the boy was blocked by the Sword Qi, splattering just before his feet.
Yu Yunwei stared blankly at the scene before her.
Yu Yunwei had known Xiao Mo was strong—strong enough to kill Cultivators two entire Realms above his own.
But this was a Rock Python!
Even a Golden Core Realm Cultivator would struggle against its tough hide.
'But for my Senior Brother, it was still just one simple strike…'
In her heart, she was beginning to wonder if there was anything he couldn't cut down.
