Ling Xiao stood before the icy altar, his solemn gaze locked onto the giant crystal-clear python coiled beside the thousand-year-old cold grass. The beast, standing at the Immortal Infant Realm, had scales that were crystal-clear like ice sculptures. A pair of deep blue serpent pupils flickered with a playful glint, as if it did not take Ling Xiao seriously at all.
"Human, you actually think you can take the thousand-year-old cold grass?" The giant crystal-clear python spoke with a human voice, its tone icy and mocking.
Ling Xiao wasted no words. The cold light of the Tianshuang Sword in his hand flashed, and the blade pointed straight at the python's vital spot!
Chapter 459