"Bullshit!" The man flew into a rage. "What's bald about my head? I'm the third brother, so naturally I'm called Xiong San."
Song Qingshu's expression turned cold. "You'd better clean up that mouth of yours."
Xiong San flew into a rage at his words and was about to curse him out, but the moment he met Song Qingshu's gaze, a chill inexplicably ran through his heart, and he involuntarily shrank his neck.
"He's already been poisoned badly. What the hell are you afraid of?" Xiong Er could not help smacking him on the head.
"I don't know what's going on. Looking into his eyes just creeps me out," Xiong San muttered awkwardly.
Xiong Da gave Song Qingshu a surprised look. "The Golden Snake King truly deserves his reputation. Even at a time like this, his gaze is still so sharp and imposing."
Song Qingshu smiled faintly. "A tiger fallen onto the plains may be bullied by dogs, but a tiger is still a tiger."
The three brothers immediately flew into a rage. Even Xiong Da sneered. "We'll chop off your head soon enough. Let's see if you can still be so smug then."
"Who kills whom is still uncertain," Song Qingshu said calmly.
The three brothers exchanged looks, each inwardly alarmed and uncertain. Could he have recovered his martial arts? With the Golden Snake King's cultivation, even if he had recovered only twenty or thirty percent, the three of them would be no match for him.
Though Xiong Da looked burly and imposing, his mind was extremely meticulous. After a brief consideration, he burst out laughing. "Song, why put on such a bluff? If you had truly recovered your strength, why would you have gone to the trouble of setting a trap at the cave entrance?"
Song Qingshu's expression indeed