620. Chapter 611: A Coveted Prize

"Rustle!"

The water surged, the evening breeze blew softly, and the great general at the bow suddenly opened his eyes. Golden light burst from them. At some point, the Crescent Moon Blade in his hand had already moved—

Without a sound.

By the moonlight, a flash of saber light streaked past.

Only then did a sharp puff ring out. Blood sprayed across the sky, staining the sails red. The great ship shuddered with a deafening boom, jolting all the soldiers awake. They rushed onto the deck, only to see a pitch-black python that had appeared from nowhere.

"Demon python!"

"What a vile beast! It must have cultivated for a thousand years!"

The soldiers were startled. They raised their torches and saw that the python had already been severed from head to body. Its enormous head rolled to one side, while its body, as thick as a water barrel, still writhed madly and slammed into everything around it with a series of bangs.

The blood washing over the deck like water had been sprayed from the python. It was sticky, foul, and reeking beyond measure. When the evening breeze blew, the stench was enough to make anyone want to vomit blood.

Yet every soldier aboard had survived countless battles and was not easily frightened.

Seeing General Wu Guang standing beneath the moonlight, Crescent Moon Blade in hand and unmoving as a mountain, like a War God incarnate, they immediately erupted in a sound that shook the mountains and roared across the seas—

"Victory to the General!"

"Victory to the General!"

"Victory to the General!"

With one stroke, Wen Guang had slain the python, his face expressionless. His ears twitched slightly, and he suddenly moved again.

The great general leaped from the deck like a fierce tiger descending the mountain, landing on