If Luo Jiujiang were in the Spirit Snake Hall, he would get to know his master again.
He was completely different from his master on the island who laid a solid foundation for him and told him to strengthen his body first when practicing Taoism. He was also completely different from Luo Cang who could cause thunder and wind as condensed as a knife with a casual slash of his fingers in the Beixue Garden. When Zhen Shuangliu fought seriously, the movements of his body wrapped in the deep robe with wide sleeves embroidered with intricate silver patterns were unpredictable, and his style was as simple as an antelope hanging its horns, leaving no trace.
Before they could engage, his vibrantly colored poisonous mist drifted far and wide, filling the entire empty hall. The hall's pillars, carved from black crystal, had been impervious to swords and spears, capable of withstanding immense forces. Yet, even the slightest touch of the colorful mist caused them to hiss and emit a puff of white smoke, melting like a pillar of glue upon fire, pooling like candle wax.
The colorful mist grew thicker and thicker, so thick that even if one's noses touched, one couldn't see each other's eyes or eyebrows. The nine snakes behind Zhen Shuangliu had long since disappeared in this strange and dangerous barrier. Only the faint sounds of their tongues could be heard from every corner, carrying a murderous intent that could not be ignored.
The Taotie leader Hua Yanwang felt a tightness on his back, as if he was being stared at by millions of eyes at the same time. His mind suddenly sounded an alarm. He turned sideways and raised his hand to block, but his white palm collided with a short black blade that broke through the air.
"As expected of a little snake raised to guard the house, he's honed in sneak attacks and assassinations." Zhen Shuang Liu's sword was instantly gone. He had clearly taken the initiative, moving in close to strike Hua Yanwang with the dagger, but the moment he raised his hand and turned, he was repelled by the colorful mist. Hua Yanwang grinned, clenched his palm, and exerted force on the blade. The inky short blade gradually twisted and deformed, but the skin on his palm remained untouched.
Hua Yanwang casually crumpled the dagger into a ball, then opened his mouth wide to swallow the short weapon of unknown color. The raw iron made a chilling crunching sound as he chewed it. He wiped a bit of the dagger's black venom from his lips with his thumb, slurping the remaining taste with dissatisfaction.
"Snake smell, well, got you."
He scooped out the fog with his bare hands, and the distance of a hundred feet was reduced to three feet. The next moment, they faced each other head-on, and a whip-like sound of breaking through the air suddenly rang out. Their breathing became disordered at the same time. Then Hua Yanwang retracted the back of his hand with a hideous bloodstain across it, and Zhen Shuangliu gently stroked the spirit snake wrapped around his arm. The snake's head was a mess of blood and flesh, and a new layer of fine snake scales was slowly growing.
Hua Yanwang brought the back of his hand to his lips, carelessly scooping up his own blood and a piece of snake scale from the wound. His eyes were filled with condescending disdain: "What's the point of half a drop of Dao Source? Spiritual snake? Change it to an insect!"
Zhen Shuangliu glanced back indifferently, two clusters of ghostly lights in his eyes, as if freshly fished out of an icy hole in the coldest days of winter. "To deal with you, even one tenth of my energy is too much. The rest will be used to block your foul breath."
Hua Yanwang's expression changed slightly, a flash of anger flashing across his eyes. With a low cry of "You don't know how to live or die," he opened his enormous maw and unleashed a gulp of air. In an instant, the very space within the hall seemed to warp. The pillars, already half-corroded by the Pillow Frost Flow's poisonous mist, could no longer withstand the powerful suction and collapsed with a bang. Eaves and beams collapsed, pillars crumbled, bricks crumbled, and golden and jade vessels shattered everywhere. Not to mention the colorful poisonous mist that filled the hall, floating lightly and with nowhere to rest.
"You little snake, you're ignorant of the heavens and earth, and you've never tasted the richness of a gourmet. I'm kind enough to treat you to something new." Hua Yanwang's cheeks puffed out, his skin stretched to a nearly transparent, thin sheet. His entire face was shapeless, with purple streaks crisscrossing the stretched, thin skin, like a bloated toad with a particularly disgusting vocal sac. His bulging eyes were filled with unmistakable malice.
With a mouth full of strange poison and half of the temple in ruins, he could still speak clearly. He really lived up to his identity as a Taotie, and all his skills were in his mouth.
The next moment, his lips stretched into tubes, and a mouthful of foreign objects came out like arrows. The brightly colored poisonous mist had already mixed with the mud, water and dust in the collapsed hall to form a messy ball, all of which rushed towards Zhen Shuangliu like a meteor.
"It's just mouthwash, how can it be considered poison?" Hua Yanwang grinned strangely and dodged close to Zhen Shuangliu's side. He clasped his hands into claws and grabbed the snake on Zhen Shuangliu's arm with his head!
This grab seemed ordinary, but in fact it was as easy as lifting a heavy weight. Just now, the two of them demolished the house and removed the tiles with only three moves, but compared with the current situation, it was just a joke.
In the blink of an eye, it was split into thousands of tiny pieces, each one a net that left the spirit snake nowhere to escape. Hua Yanwang concentrated all his energy on his fingertips, his eyes fixed on the shimmering spirit snake, his greed unconcealed.
At this moment, Hua Yanwang was moving while Zhen Shuangliu was still. Hua Yanwang was confident of victory while Zhen Shuangliu was completely unaware. Hua Yanwang was still alive while Zhen Shuangliu was about to die. Hua Yanwang had already mobilized enough "source" power at the moment of swallowing, and the source was almost the Tao -
Just as the prey was about to be caught, Zhen Shuangliu's figure disappeared like a ghost.
Hua Yanwang, who had always been so high and mighty that he even disdained to look Zhen Shuangliu in the eye, suddenly screamed! From his mouth suddenly gushed streams of dirty blood mixed with jaundice, mucus, and pus, and it was boiling with foul yellow and white foam.
"Shame on you." Zhen Shuangliu's figure reappeared in the air, standing quietly on a half-broken pillar. He half-closed his eyes and replied with the same words: "It's just mouthwash, not really poisonous."
In the ruins of the Spirit Snake Hall, the nine snakes that had just been hidden in the poisonous fog emerged at the same time. With Zhen Shuangliu as the center, they tightly surrounded the black half-pillar under the feet of the Spirit Snake Master. A faint silver cold light flickered between the nine snakes, supporting Zhen Shuangliu's right palm like stars surrounding the moon.
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