Clink!

The sharp sound of a physical collision rang out and a great counterforce rippled from the tip of the poison fang.

Pain exploded from Lu Yun’s hand as the tremendous impact numbed his arms. The enormous snake head and its single horn were like a mountain of dark iron. His ninth-rank sword couldn’t shake it at all.

“Retreat!” he called out when the snake’s crimson eyes loomed into view again. A flash of blue radiance marked his disappearance. He was using a Xuanxi-crafted short-distance teleportation talisman, which allowed him to move anywhere within ninety meters.

It was most effective when his opponents didn’t expect it. However, if he used the trick one too many times, it would quickly be seen through, and thus nullified.

Powerful cultivators could easily cover a hundred yard radius with their consciousness and detect minute changes within...