Chen Xu's blade struck right in the middle of the old woman's forehead.
This strike, like chopping wood, was meant to cleave the old woman in two.
The old woman's movements were too slow; she couldn't reach into her bosom in time, but suddenly she opened her mouth, and like a venomous snake, spat out a crimson snake tongue!
The snake tongue traced an agile arc in midair, flinging a stench-filled spray, heading straight for Chen Xu's face.
It seemed the snake tongue was faster than Chen Xu's blade.
The old woman shrieked with venomous hatred from her throat, "Dare to kill my son, you go to hell...ah!"
Poof——
From the darkness, a young man whose features were indistinct spat forth a burst of flame.
The roaring flames, like a banner unfurling, instantly burned the snake tongue the old woman spat, turning it limp and charred, sizzling with smoke.
Chen Xu's blade followed closely, descending vertically in the firelight.
A crack was heard.
