Truth
"You insolent whelp! How dare you!"
That aged roar rolled like thunder, echoing throughout the Heavenly Serpent Mountains.
Han Feng's movements paused slightly. The silver greatsword that was about to fall stopped, hanging steadily over the fatal spot seven inches below Yao Xiaotian's thousand-zhang-long serpent body. Razor-sharp sword qi locked down his life, leaving him unable to move.
He slowly raised his head and looked toward the source of the voice.
In the distant sky, countless black dots were shooting over at high speed. Within only a few breaths, they had arrived.
There were several hundred of them, every one radiating a formidable aura. The leading elders were even Dou Venerable experts! Behind them, nearly a hundred guards clad in vicious serpent armor and carrying jet-black halberds stood in the air. Their auras linked as one, their murderous energy soaring into the heavens!
They were the Nine Netherworld Python clan's council of elders, along with the clan's most elite guardians—the Nether Serpent Guard!
When they saw their clan chief below, grievously wounded by a single sword strike and nailed to a collapsed mountain peak, unable even to assume human form, every face twisted with fury!
As one of the three supreme clans of the Magical Beast realm, when had they ever suffered such utter humiliation?
Their own clan chief had been defeated so completely and so miserably by an outsider from the human race!
This was no longer a provocation. It was a trampling of the entire Nine Netherworld Python clan's dignity!
"Who exactly are you, sir? Why did you trespass into our forbidden grounds without cause and seriously wound our clan chief?!" a gray-robed elder at the forefront demanded sternly. His eyes overflowed with killing intent, yet he did not act rashly, because he could sense that the