As this Daoist figure appeared, the remaining two cultivators immediately flared with fury in their eyes. This person was none other than the Cultivator Shen whom the three brothers had been searching for over the past several days.
At that moment, Shen Fei stood in midair, a cold, sinister look on his face. He let out several mocking chuckles and said:
"Old bastard, if this Shen had not possessed a few tricks, my sister and I would surely have already fallen victim to your schemes. Killing one of you just now was merely collecting a little compensation. If you still refuse to let this go, this Shen guarantees that neither of you will leave Myriad Serpent Valley."
With a shake of his hand, the silver bolt of lightning returned to his grasp. With a flash, it vanished without a trace.
"Hmph, brat. Stop boasting. This old man will kill you right now and see whether you can still be so defiant. As for that treasure, won't it still fall into the hands of my brothers?"
The Third Brother Hu's eyes blazed with fury, but he merely snorted coldly. Forming hand seals with both hands, he was about to unleash a secret technique. Yet just as he circulated the incantation within his body, a shout from his Eldest Brother Hu reached his ears:
"Third Brother, watch out for that demonic python."
Following this shout, a streak of black light shot out from the hands of the Eldest Brother Hu. Amid a thunderous boom, a massive figure appeared more than twenty zhang behind the Third Brother Hu.
With the black light's attack blocking it, the Third Brother Hu moved at once, shaking his body and flying more than a dozen zhang away. At the same time, with a thought, two magical treasures