Xiao Wujiu descended outside the Snake-People Temple, where countless Snake-People surrounded him so tightly that not even water could pass through.
Looking at these Snake-People, who refused to retreat despite knowing the vast gap in strength, he could not help but marvel at Medusa's immense prestige among the Snake-People Race.
He was just about to have someone send word to Medusa, so as to preserve at least some of her dignity as the Snake-People Queen.
But before he could say anything else, a sharp shout rang out from the direction of the Medusa Temple.
"Who are you, you petty wretch, to dare barge into the sacred temple of my Snake-People Race? Do you truly think no one can stop you?!"
Hua She Er looked down at Xiao Wujiu with contempt and hostility in her eyes. After all, whenever people like this came here, nothing good ever happened.
Xiao Wujiu raised his head and gave Hua She Er an indifferent glance, showing no sign that he took her seriously.
"I do not have the habit of speaking to people with my head raised." The Creation Cauldron flickered in and out of sight behind him. "So get down here!"
Buzz!
Xiao Wujiu's words seemed to carry a strange power, jolting Hua She Er's mind. Then, she felt an immense pressure, as heavy as a mountain, bear down upon her.
Even the Battle Qi Wings behind her could not withstand that pressure. She began to plummet rapidly, and the surrounding Snake-People hurriedly scattered out of the way.
Boom!
With the sound of a heavy object hitting the ground, Hua She Er fell from the sky into the dust, smashing a massive crater into the road.
She lay in the crater in a wretched state, bracing herself against the ground with both hands—yet she