Xu Wendong stepped on the seawater, charging toward the Eight-Forked Serpent with unstoppable force. The Dragon Scale Sword in his hand resembled the scythe of the Grim Reaper, leaving deadly wounds on the Eight-Forked Serpent with every swing.
Blood slowly flowed from the ravaged body of the Eight-Forked Serpent.
It only took two exchanges.
Xu Wendong had already chopped off three of the serpent's heads.
Its eyes were cold, devoid of any emotional fluctuation, and it wanted nothing more than to devour Xu Wendong.
But.
It was deeply wary of the Dragon Scale Sword in Xu Wendong's hand. Even though its scales were as hard as iron, that sword was filled with an eerie and divine aura.
It simply could not withstand it.
"Again!"
Xu Wendong's momentum was like a rainbow, continuing to launch a fierce offensive. He wanted to wash away his previous disgrace and vent all his pent-up emotions.
