Wang Yan's words echoed through the empty valley, carrying a sense of untamed boldness, as if even the wind had changed color on his account. "I never expected that the might of this serpent would surpass that of the ones I have slain before; its sheer strength is truly admirable. Yet, while the meal was savory, the portion was small, hardly enough to satisfy my bottomless appetite. What a pity." His words held both recognition of a formidable opponent and a confident, joking pride in his own strength, revealing a worldly-detached nonchalance.
Upon hearing this, Venerable Qingqiu, an elder of the Serpent Clan, saw his expression shift drastically, dark as storm-clouds obscuring the sun, rage erupting like a volcano. "You ignorant brat, how dare you spout such arrogant nonsense and insult the heroic soul of our clan! Moyuan Chen, the pride of our people, was treated with such contempt by you, his flesh turned into food within your belly—this enmity is irreconcilable!" Venerable Qingqiu's voice was deep and resonant, every single word carrying the weight of a mountain, shaking the surrounding air until it trembled.
Before his voice had even faded, Venerable Qingqiu surged into motion, like an enraged dragon of the churning seas. Swathed in dense demonic energy, he transformed into a barrage of cyan wind blades that swept toward Wang Yan. Narrowing his eyes, Wang Yan felt the Qi and blood surging within him, his muscles tightening like steel. Weaponless, he used his bare fists…
Chapter 28