Moxu Demon Lair perimeter.
The massive python body sprawled across the mountains.
Scarlet blood gushed out like a floodgate had been opened, continuously surging from the severed section.
It took but a moment for a river of blood to form between the mountains.
Qin Zheng introspectively examined his mind and spirit, his brow slightly furrowed.
Merit... just a little short.
Meanwhile, Zhao Li stared dumbfounded at this scene, his face filled with shock.
Python Lord Qingming!
This Saint Envoy, ranked among the top five under the Great Sage of Moxu Demon Lair, was just slain by this young man?!
Just like that... simply?
For a moment, he doubted whether the Python Lord Qingming he had fought and the one slain by Qin Zheng were the same Great Demon!
Or perhaps, had something happened to Python Lord Qingming all of a sudden?
He, with great effort, could only manage to force the opponent to retreat, far from being able to slay him.
