It Was Me

Ye Chen's gaze darkened instantly upon hearing Ding Moluo's abrupt remark.

(Just as I thought. This clown discovered me long ago—he simply chose not to make a move until now.)

(He only seems to have suffered a few minor flesh wounds. He's in decent condition, and his attitude is remarkably composed and confident.)

(If I hadn't approached him voluntarily like this, this guy would most likely have turned around and hunted me down instead.)

In that brief instant, Ye Chen completed a thorough assessment of the situation before him.

However, even though Ding Moluo had noticed Ye Chen's arrival in advance, Ye Chen had no intention of altering his plan in the slightest.

Ye Chen abruptly raised his hand and whipped his arm, flinging the poised "Master-Swallowing Painted Python" high into the sky.

Whoosh!

As Little Python's tiny body suddenly erupted with countless crimson rays in midair, a hundred-meter-long blood-red giant python was born with ferocious force—armored in scales, its eyes scarlet and its expression savage.

The next second, an icy killing intent swept across heaven and earth as the massive python's jaws snapped open.

The radiant "Pure Blood Body" rapidly compressed within its snake throat, then transformed into a dense, dark-red blood cannon that erupted straight downward.

BOOM——!

After enduring such a devastating bombardment from the "Python King Blood Cannon," the foot of the mountain saw streams and springs evaporate, rocky ground melt, and every part of the environment collapse and perish in an instant.

Dense water vapor, searing hot, surged from the ground into the sky and roared over the entire mountaintop, swallowing Ye Chen's figure within it.

Ye Chen stood amid the vast, scorching vapor, his expression steady as he waited without moving.

Before long, a languid, mocking voice suddenly drifted out again from beyond the vapor