A strong sense of mortal danger enveloped his heart.
"Impossible!!"
Ba Tuo was overwhelmed, and his pupils suddenly contracted.
Qing Ling, who was nearby, detected the power of qi and blood erupting from within Jiang Yuan's body, and her face showed horror.
"How can this be possible!!"
She murmured.
Boom—
As Jiang Yuan descended.
A roaring explosion suddenly came from this place.
Before Ba Tuo could react, his head was smashed to bits by a punch from Jiang Yuan.
As Jiang Yuan withdrew his hand from the mist of blood, a primordial spirit resembling a real snake was also quietly held in his hand.
"This... how can this be possible!!!"
Qing Ling murmured again, utterly unable to believe the scene before her.
Ba Tuo, the demon saint of the Three Heavens, had fallen so easily at the hands of Jiang Yuan.
This scene completely shattered her worldview.
"How can... how can this be possible!!"
"How can this be possible!!"