"What the hell?"
"What the fuck are you doing?!"
Wang Wu was completely numb. He was too damn unlucky, and they were too damn despicable. Why had the North Mountain Great King and South Mountain Great King joined forces to seal off the West River?
Why had they spent the day condemning and raging at the Big Head Water Bandit for slaughtering the West River Water Tribe, only to transform overnight and become his accomplices?
Wasn't the West River Great King your beloved kin and closest friend?
And you, that Green Wolf—hadn't the West River Great King saved your life?
Wang Wu was truly going mad!
He had kept his head down this way and that, desperately keeping his head down, yet he still couldn't escape. He had still plunged headfirst into this mess.
So this little black freak snake wrapped around him was the direct bloodline of the specially positioned West River Great King? The next West River Great King?
Fuck, you were demons, weren't you? This was the Cultivation World—were they staging The Count of Monte Cristo here?
Wang Wu was panicking like hell.
At that moment, he truly wanted to fling off the little freak snake, or strangle it and toss it onto the water's surface. Whatever happened after that, so long as it didn't drag him down with it!
But just as he was about to act, a cluster of pure Ice Spirit Energy abruptly burst from the blue snake scale seven inches below the little freak snake's head. It encased both him and the little freak snake in ice. Then, somehow, the little freak snake sent them, ice block and all, plunging straight toward the bottom of the river.
Wang Wu groaned inwardly. As the saying went, when an expert made a move, you immediately