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The serpent monster was so shaken by this imposing aura that it was momentarily unable to move; in its mind, it seemed to see a golden divine figure astride a malicious and evil tiger, descending like a Heavenly God. By the time it came to its senses, the pitch-black Fist Blade had already stabbed into its head.

The serpent monster howled in agony as its sword tail slashed from behind. Lu Chenzhou clenched his fist, twisted his body to the left, and swung his left fist backhanded to collide with the sword tail.

Sparks flew, and metal trembled.

The serpent had much greater strength than him. His left fist was repelled, but Lu Chenzhou used his Yin Yang Umbrella Spin to deflect the force and simultaneously swung his left fist back, slamming it toward the serpent's face.

Thud!

There were cracks spreading across the human head.