As Ximen Aoxuan charged over, Evil Song and the others behind him deliberately retreated a few meters.
But Shen Lang hadn't moved a single inch from the very beginning.
He had even looked up at the sky during that time, as if observing something.
Ximen Aoxuan had been over fifty meters away from Shen Lang in the small lake. With his full-force charge, he closed the distance in an instant.
"Poisonous Dragon Roar!"
A Spirit Light flared at the tip of the azure long spear, manifesting a cyan poisonous dragon that lunged viciously for Shen Lang's neck.
The poisonous dragon, formed from Spiritual Power, was enormous, yet it looked so solid it was almost real. It was incredibly ferocious.
The clouds of qi roiled, and sand and stones were sent flying!
Even from six or seven meters away, the poisonous dragon emanated the savage aura of a primordial beast and a heart-pounding pressure.
The disciples from the various sects watching this all began to smile.
