The next second, the giant serpent composed of three toxic fumes lunged at Li Qianfan.
Lin Jingying was so frightened her face turned ghastly pale, but Li Qianfan's lips curved into a disdainful smile.
The serpent was now right in front of Li Qianfan, its massive blood-red maw opening wide and aiming to bite him.
Li Qianfan's expression didn't change in the slightest, as calm as if he were standing unmoved before a collapsing Mount Tai.
"Hold your breath," Li Qianfan instructed.
Lin Jingying immediately held her breath, instinctively clinging tightly to Li Qianfan.
Li Qianfan wrapped his left arm around Lin Jingying while his right hand shot out like lightning, conjuring a swirling vortex from thin air.
The toxic serpent dissolved into the vortex in Li Qianfan's palm in an instant, vanishing without a trace.
Meanwhile, the flame-like pattern on the back of Li Qianfan's right hand twisted and pulsated, as though alive.
This was the Ten Thousand Poison Ghost Hand!
