What Do You Mean, a Future Great Hero Was Swallowed by a Python?

The boy in white was indeed dealt a heavy blow.

I was also deeply hurt.

But in the end, he stood up and wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes.

His eyes, which had been lifeless and filled with despair and collapse, were once again ablaze with a raging fire—the flames of anger, the fury of hatred.

I'll remember you.

The young man in white spoke coldly, without a trace of emotion.

Even the leader in black was shocked.

Have you recovered so quickly?

This is so illogical!

And what's the use of you remembering us?

Behind you is a sheer cliff, and in front of you are a dozen or so highly skilled assassins.

You're definitely going to die, brother.

"The Song Family, the Yao Family, Song Xiuyuan, Yao Wenjing, I'll remember you all."

The boy in white stood on the cliff.

The strong wind made his clothes flutter loudly.

Black-clad leader. "..."

Could it be that this kid has gone mad from the shock? Why is he standing there muttering to himself?

"I, Yang Pingzhi, swear to Heaven that I will make both of your families pay for this blood debt. I will not rest until this grudge is avenged."

Brother, you're about to die.

Of course it's not human.

That's so weird.

That's so weird.

The leader in black suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.

This feeling is back again.

This feeling always comes to mind before this kid escapes death.

The Unseen was as if some unseen force was trying to protect the boy's life.

We can't wait any longer.

Otherwise, let that kid get away.

Not only did they not receive the final payment, but it also damaged their reputation among the assassins.

"Attack! All of you, attack! This time, we must kill this brat!"

At the leader's command, a dozen or so assassins in black immediately turned fierce, gripping their icy blades, and swarmed towards the white-clad youth.

"Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river; a true man's revenge is never too late, even after ten years. You all just wait, I will definitely come back."

Seeing the dozen or so black-clad assassins charging towards him with murderous intent, the white-clad youth showed no fear in his eyes and even shouted loudly.

He retreated step by step.

Calm and unhurried,

His eyes were fixed on the faces of the dozen or so assassins, as if he wanted to memorize them all and etch them into his very bones.

We're almost at the edge of the cliff.

If she had taken just one more step back, she would have fallen into that bottomless abyss.

But the boy in white firmly believed he would not die.

Because he still had a great grudge to settle.

He believed that Heaven had eyes and that Immortals and Gods had spirits.

I won't just stand by and watch him fall and be smashed to pieces.

He could feel a pair of eyes staring at him from above.

He could even feel the terrifying pressure coming from all directions.

Those are the eyes of heaven.

That was the power of Immortals and Gods.

They will bless you, they will protect you.

And I will definitely not die.

It will carry with it a blood feud and unparalleled power.

The king has returned!!

A dozen or so highly skilled men in black rushed forward.

Then they slunk back.

His face no longer held a fierce look, and his eyes no longer held a murderous intent.

Instead, it was shock, fear, and trembling.

Those were eyes that looked as if they had seen a ghost.

However, the boy in white could not see this change.

Because his eyes were already closed.

He was going to leap off that precipice in a bold and dramatic manner, to show these assassins in black and his enemies what to do.

Even if only one person remains from his Zhenyuan Escort Agency, he is still a true hero who dares to fight against evil forces.

Bang!

The boy in white fell backward, but felt no sense of falling; instead, it felt as if he were leaning against a solid, cold wall.

He bumped his back and it hurt terribly.

The puzzled young man in white slowly opened his eyes.

Then I saw the look of utter disbelief on the faces of the dozen or so assassins in black opposite me.

It was as if something had suddenly appeared behind him, filling these ruthless, highly skilled assassins with endless fear and trembling.

But behind him was clearly a sheer cliff.

The boy in white suddenly jolted, then stiffly turned his head away.

Then you could see patches of white scales gleaming coldly in the sunlight.

Each scale was as large as a round fan, layered upon layer, dense and impenetrable.

Slowly raising his head, following the enormous white scales,

The expression on the white-clad youth's face froze completely in an instant.

A pair of amber vertical pupils stared coldly at him.

The blood-red core pulsed constantly, its two long, dragon-whisker-like whiskers swaying in the wind.

The enormous snake head, as big as a cabinet, stood on the cliff, its long body stretching down into the bottomless abyss.

"Gurgle--"

The white-clad youth who had just been so bold and heroic now looked like a little chick with its neck tucked in.

The suddenly appearing white python cast a huge shadow on the mountain peak.

The boy in white finally realized what was happening.

The gaze he just felt wasn't the eye of heaven.

That terrifying sense of oppression was not the power of any Immortals and Gods.

It's this snake.

It's this giant white python that climbed up from the bottom of the cliff.

A place guarded by mythical beasts is bound to hold a tremendous fortuitous opportunity.

The young man in white thought of this legend of the Jianghu.

So he suppressed his fear and spoke slowly in the gentlest and most refined voice possible.

"Brother Snake... I am Yang Pingzhi, the young master of Zhenyuan Escort Agency. Greetings."

The trembling young man in white bowed respectfully to the giant white python, his voice and tone even more refined and gentle than when he spoke to his fiancée.

The massive white python tilted its enormous head slightly, seemingly listening intently to the handsome young man's words.

Seeing that the snake brother had reacted, the white-robed youth was overjoyed.

No wonder he was so sure he wouldn't die after jumping off that precipice; no wonder he was so convinced he would get a tremendous fortuitous opportunity and then go back to take revenge.

It turns out that the valley below the cliff was connected to him, and that the giant white python was connected to him.

You see, his clothes are white, and the python's skin is also white.

Isn't this just the Unseen?

He will surely become Wulin master in the future, taking revenge and roaming the Jianghu with the white giant python.

And so, the legend of the White Python Hero spread throughout the Jianghu.

The young man in white kept fantasizing and anticipating, then politely and slowly cupped his hands in a salute.

"Brother Snake, I bear a blood feud; may I be led to your lair..."

But this time,

The white python didn't wait for him to finish speaking.

It opened its gaping maw and swallowed him whole.

A future generation of chivalrous heroes, burdened with a blood feud, who proclaims the saying "Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river,"

He had just appeared on stage when...

He died right then and there.

Not even a body was left.

After devouring the white-clad youth alive,

The white python slightly raised its massive head.

Those cold, amber-colored vertical pupils fixed their gaze once more on the dozen or so assassins in black.

"Run..."

I don't know who shouted it,

These dozen or so ruthless and highly skilled Jianghu immediately resembled a pack of stray dogs.

Their souls scattered and they fled in all directions.