"Hmph, I never expected that after seventeen years, this bunch of muscle-brained fools would still be this stupid. Eight mere Advanced Dou Zongs actually dared to dream of challenging a Seven-Star Dou Sheng powerhouse whom even I cannot defeat."
"What were they thinking? Should I praise their courage, or call them idiots? I only hope they do not scream too loudly when they surrender later, lest they disgrace the Snake-People Tribe."
"You must not forget that Clan Leader Yao Ming of the Nine Serenity Deep Ground Python Clan and all their higher-ups are watching from the side."
Medusa stood with her arms folded, her exquisite face covered in delicate makeup, a cold glint in her beautiful eyes.
Ever since coming from the Central Plains, Medusa had rarely referred to herself as "I, the Queen." Only during private pleasures in the bedchamber with a certain little scoundrel would she say it a few times.
Now that the Snake-People Tribe had returned, Medusa had recovered some of her old feeling.
Seeing Her Majesty the Queen angered, everyone nearby fell silent with fear.
After a moment, Hua She'er, the captain of the guards, cautiously explained, "Her Majesty the Queen, they merely wanted to liven things up and celebrate Your Majesty's wedding."
"I do not care what they want. If they delay the ceremony between my husband and me, I will have their heads."
Her Majesty the Queen swept her sleeve with regal dominance.
As her jade-white arm moved, it faintly leaked a trace of the aura of a Five-Star Dou Sheng powerhouse. The Snake-People Tribe members present, whose strongest cultivation was no more than the Dou Zun realm, felt as though the air had frozen solid and found it difficult to breathe.
Everyone lowered their heads even further.
"Cough, cough. Your Majesty, the