"Everyone, let's work together! Whoever slays it will become the master of the Cold Sword Immortal Sect!",A disdainful flash crossed Xiaoqing's eyes. Her massive dragon claw tore at the Constrictor Net with a gentle rip, shattering it into pieces and offering no resistance whatsoever.,In fact, Sang Jueying was truly unable to withstand it. With just one strike, her internal organs were displaced and blood flowed from the corner of her mouth.。