The bright yellow little sword completed its mission, turning into specks of light that scattered into the air.
Inside the cave dwelling, silence lay as heavy as death.
Little Snake King's body was cleaved in two. Blood splattered across the ground as the two halves of his corpse crashed down with a dull thud.
His face still bore shock and disbelief, his eyes wide open, as though even in death he could not accept that he had died at the hands of a human cultivator in the Spirit Transformation realm.
Inside the cave dwelling, several Void Refinement Realm Demon Kings trembled inwardly, stunned rigid by the sight before them.
Their Little Snake King was actually dead.
He had died so cleanly, so completely.
They looked at the corpse split in half on the ground, then at Chen Changming and the Marsh Wasteland Dark Bat standing beside him, their expressions incomparably complicated.
Grief and indignation flashed through some eyes, while others showed fear. Still others had flickering gazes, clearly calculating their escape routes.
Chen Changming swept his gaze around, his expression calm.
Standing with his hands behind his back, he said mildly, "Little Snake King is dead. Where will you all go from here?"
No one spoke.
The Marsh Wasteland Dark Bat stepped forward and threw out the speech he had prepared long ago. In a deep voice, he said, "Brothers, you are all sensible people. You all know why Little Snake King imprisoned Bi Cang King's avatar—it was merely because his father died in battle, and he took out his resentment on someone else. Bi Cang King had not treated Black Snake King poorly. In the battle of Bi Cang Mountain back then, Black Snake King had willingly stayed behind to cover Bi Cang King's retreat, and only then died