Starting as The Young master of A Pharmacy, He Trained Swordsmanship in Seclusion For Twenty Years
Chapter 277

Netherworld Python Breaks Free! Grotto Heaven Master! Grotto Heaven Small World!

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At the river bottom of Brocade Scale River, the Netherworld Python slowly opened its enormous vertical pupils, blue as the sea.

Its pupils swirled with mysterious blue radiance, like the most brilliant stars in the night sky.

The dazzling blue light cast the river waters for dozens of miles around in an especially enchanting glow.

At this moment, the river bottom of Brocade Scale River within dozens of miles seemed to have been brought into an otherworldly celestial realm beyond the heavens, tranquil and steeped in mystery.

Yet that tranquility did not last long.

"Detestable!"

"Xia Ritian, I know you are not dead yet!"

The Netherworld Python's incomparably furious voice exploded across the river bottom like thunder from the Ninth Heaven.

That utterly terrifying power shook the boundless river water into violent turmoil.

Towering fury burned in the Netherworld Python's azure vertical pupils, as though it harbored endless hatred for Xia Ritian.

"Once I emerge, I will tear you to pieces and grind your bones to ash!"

Following that roar, the Netherworld Python's aura surged to its peak in an instant.

Its ten-thousand-zhang snake body shuddered violently, and the entire river bottom began to quake as though it could no longer bear this terrifying force.

The riverbed rapidly collapsed beneath the Netherworld Python's power. Countless cracks spread like a spiderweb, and bottomless abysses appeared across the river bottom.

"Boom—!"

Dazzling azure rays burst from those cracks, every beam carrying an aura capable of destroying heaven and earth.

Immediately afterward, the Netherworld Python's ten-thousand-zhang body shot upward, leaving the river bottom and stirring up endless monstrous waves in its wake.

The river water churned ceaselessly beneath the Netherworld Python's power. The hard rocks of the river bottom were as fragile as paper before that force, collapsing into powder one after another.

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