How many years had it been? How many years since a Human Race cultivator had dared come to the Titan Python Clan's territory and stir up trouble?
Even if today's intruders were cultivators of the Mountain-Shaking Immortal Sect, the clan would make them learn the price of arrogance.
As the Titan Pythons roared with savage expressions and charged toward Cao Yuxiu,
four figures who had stood behind him suddenly stepped forward and drew level with him.
At their head stood a woman in blood-red robes, her face cool and aloof.
Her red lips pressed lightly together, and an indifference that would not fade lingered in her eyes. Her slender, fair hand came to rest almost casually on the glowing Longsword at her waist. She was clearly ready to strike at any moment.
Behind the woman in red, the other three Dao Seeds of the Endless Sea Nine Sons, each dressed differently, quietly laid their hands on the Spirit Weapons at their waists.
Clearly, one word from her was all it would take for them to show the snarling Titan Pythons how formidable they were.
As a fellow member of the Nine Sons of the Endless Sea, Liu Yiyi knew exactly what the three behind her meant. Without hesitation, she drew the Longsword at her waist and swept it toward the distant sky.
In the next instant, a dazzling streak of light tore through the night, then scattered into sparks and vanished.
Yet beneath that sweeping light, the mighty bodies in which the Titan Python Clan took such pride could not withstand even a single breath. They burst into foul-smelling pulp mixed with blood, splashing across the sky.
The gore stained the great trees' branches scarlet, branches already spread like the limbs of evil spirits. One glance was enough to send