Chapter 689: The Heavenly Monarch's Wrath

At this moment, Daoist Fenglong pulled out the silver needle in his hand and said calmly, "It's medicinal sorcery, activated with a venomous snake. It's truly difficult to guard against."

"You old man, you've got some skill after all." The sorcerer sneered.

"Our Daoist tradition has a history of several thousand years. When we were born, your ancestors were still monkeys. How could you possibly understand the arts of our Daoist tradition?" Daoist Fenglong sneered.

"Hmph, your Daoist tradition will soon cease to exist." The sorcerer spoke in exasperation.

Just then, Basong spoke up. "Who else is willing to challenge the arena?"

"Come on, you Daoists are all trash." The sorcerer shouted arrogantly.

Hearing this, the surrounding Daoists grew eager to act. But Daoist Fenglong glanced at him and said, "You're only in your twenties. If we older men went up, we'd be bullying you. All right, Dragon Snake, you go."

"Yes, Master." A handsome, cold-looking Daoist walked forward.

"Come on. Let me see what you're capable of." The sorcerer spoke.

"You should go first." The Daoist's face remained completely calm.

"Fine." After the sorcerer spoke, snakes began crawling out around him, one after another, though no one knew when they had appeared. There were so many that the sight was utterly shocking.

Surrounded by a dense mass of snakes, the youth known as Dragon Snake Daoist did not move an inch.

"Haha, what do you amount to before my snake formation?" the sorcerer mocked.

"Then let them come." Dragon Snake Daoist spoke.

The surrounding snakes surged toward Dragon Snake Daoist in a dense mass. Yet Dragon Snake Daoist remained utterly still, allowing the snakes to surround him completely.

But just as the snakes had encircled him, Dragon Snake Daoist let out a cold laugh. He suddenly began chanting under