The King Meets the King
The Golden Ring Snake continued staring blankly at him without any other reaction. Li Bai reached out in exasperation, grabbed the stupid thing by the neck, and easily hoisted it up.
The farm manager standing outside the breeding chamber stumbled over his own feet, nearly falling, but his eyes bulged so wide they almost popped out.
As the person in charge here, he naturally knew exactly what the newly born Snake King looked like.
The moment he took one look, he began sucking in breath after breath.
I must be hallucinating!
Yes, it must be a hallucination!
After rummaging through the snake colony for a while longer, Li Bai pinched the Golden Ring Snake by the tail and skillfully swung it around like a windmill.
There was no special reason. He was simply practiced.
"Alright, it's you!"
The Green Flood Dragon King had ended up like this in the Great Demon's hands, so this mere so-called Snake King—which did not even count as a demon—was even more helpless. It fainted on the spot.
Li Bai returned to the isolation area outside the isolation door and knocked on the outer door.
The breeding-facility workers hurriedly opened the door, then backed away as if they had seen a ghost. People were not frightening, but snakes were.
He had caught the real deal from Breeding Chamber No. 1.
Once the Golden Ring Snake regained consciousness, no matter how many lives were in this underground breeding facility, they would not be enough to fill its belly.
Those Americans had at least known to use a professional-looking container, but this man was simply carrying it in his hand.
Although the farm manager and the workers said nothing, their actions conveyed an unmistakable message. They stood more than a dozen paces