Battle Between Snake and Elephant

Facing fifty or sixty Fire Pythons, the wizened old man had not thought much of them at first. But as the Fire Pythons revealed their immense energy fluctuations, even he, a late Core Formation cultivator, could not help sucking in a cold breath.

In the more than four hundred years since he had embarked on the path of cultivation, this was the first time he had seen Fire Python Talismans with such power—and there were so many of them. Though the wizened old man felt no fear, he was still greatly astonished.

"Heh heh. As expected of the young master of Manghuang Mountain. You brought out so many Fire Python Talismans of such tremendous power in one move. But to think you can oppose me with talismans like these is to underestimate us Core Formation cultivators far too much. I advise you to surrender obediently. If you insist on resisting, I will make sure not a shred of your corpse remains."

Although the young man across from him had brought out talismans of astonishing power, the wizened old man was not overly worried. These Fire Pythons were indeed formidable, but compared to his natal magic treasure, their power was clearly inferior.

Once his natal magic treasure appeared, a mere few dozen Fire Pythons would vanish in the blink of an eye.

With this thought in mind, a trace of disdain appeared on the wizened old man's face. He watched coldly as his magic treasure charged left and right among the Fire Pythons, making no further move to attack.

With a flash, the sword beam released by the wizened old man was engulfed by dozens of Fire Pythons.

Although the old man urged it on with all his might, breaking out of dozens of Fire Pythons whose attacks were comparable to