The massive poisonous serpent collapsed thunderously, its venomous blood dyeing the surrounding pond a murky yellow-green.
Standing atop the water, the mad Sword Immortal sheathed his sword with arrogant ease, and spoke dismissively,
"That was nothing! If my junior brother's Seven Kills swordsmanship can kill, why can't my Ziyuan swordsmanship?"
He surveyed his surroundings with a haughty gaze, only to realize there was not a single onlooker. He soon sank into a brief spell of dejection, before slipping into a hazy, foolish stupor and muttered to himself,
"No, it's impossible... My Ziyuan swordsmanship cannot be weaker than any other..."
With just a few steps, the mad Sword Immortal disappeared into the distance of the swamp.
Time passed, though for how long no one could tell, before Ling Yunpo and An Zhisu suddenly burst forth from the surface of the water.
