"All of you, back off!"
As he moved rapidly, Mo Wangchen shouted loudly to the several disciples of the Xuannv Sect ahead.
Each of the disciples unleashed various martial techniques, which merged together and then struck out, once again forcing the Dragon Python back.
They had already noticed Mo Wangchen's arrival, and upon hearing his words, they didn't hesitate to fly back.
Hiss!
The Dragon Python hissed from its mouth, with its venom dripping to the ground. The venom scorched the earth as if burned, releasing a pungent odor.
"Xuanlong Palm!"
Mo Wangchen's feet exerted force, and he soared into the air; his palms filled with robust hand force. A terrifying wave of spiritual power, like the surges of the Yangtze River, directly bombarded the Dragon Python's head.
Boom!
A dull explosion of energy resonated. Although this palm strike was powerful, the Dragon Python was, after all, a fifth-order monster beast with hard scales, possessing astonishing defensive power.