C55 Serpent's Maw

"Let me handle this..."

Meng Yang called out, his voice steady, his face betraying no sign of panic—only a serene smile.

Drawing the Serpent's Kiss, he cast his gaze downward and advanced three steps.

With another flick of his wrist, a saber aura, solidified by spiritual energy, burst forth in a cold gleam. It clashed with the oncoming flurry of willow branches