The massive gate across the arena groaned as it opened—
And out stepped a black-scaled serpent nearly ten meters long, its body coiled like a spring, tongue flicking out as it tasted the air.
Its eyes locked onto Lin Xuan in an instant.
A Venomfang Shadow Serpent.
Fast. Agile. Deadly.
A nightmare for any cultivator below the Golden Core stage.
One bite was all it took to immobilize anyone under that level.
Lin Xuan was seriously unlucky—he'd gotten one of the strongest spirit beasts as his opponent.
Though judging from his face, he didn't seem to care much.
He had only one goal—and no matter the opponent, he was determined to win.
The serpent lunged, its fangs gleaming with venom, ready to tear him apart in one bite.
And then—
Shing!
A flash of silver.
A blade appeared in Lin Xuan's hand like lightning, humming with a cold, sharp edge. The air around it seemed to tremble.
A Profound-Grade sword!
The same level as the one Yan Xiu had used.
