The members of the Teng Snake Clan found it even harder to believe. It felt as though the fight had not even begun.
Their patriarch had not had time to bring out the Teng Snake Clan's Ancestral Artifacts or manifest his Fleshbody Dharma Idol.
All they had seen was Jiang Yun reach out and squeeze, crushing their old patriarch to death. How could that be possible?
It was a tale straight out of the Arabian Nights!
"No! Old Patriarch!"
"Second Master!"
"It's fake! All of it!"
The surviving members of the Serpent Race roared and wailed, beside themselves with rage. Their opponent had been merciless, brutally killing their old patriarch outright.
The Four Golden Snake Gentlemen looked especially grim. They sensed a terrible danger looming over them.
They had not even had a chance to unleash the protective Ancestral Artifacts they wielded, and the old patriarch had already fallen?
"Enough noise!"
A cold gleam flashed through Jiang Yun's eyes. He drew on the power of the entire region, and a dozen brilliant blades of energy slashed out from the Star Sea like heavenly rivers pouring down, slaughtering in every direction.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
The Sky Blades swept across the void, unstoppable. In an instant, they claimed the lives of a dozen-odd Teng Snake clansmen. Their enormous golden serpent bodies emerged, each hacked into several pieces.
Pale golden blood spattered across the Star Sea and within the ancient city.
Every Teng Snake clansman who had come here in recent days had been at least a Saint, a powerhouse who ruled over a region. Now they had fallen one after another.
Shattered bones, mangled corpses, and blood from the Teng Snakes were reflected in every onlooker's eyes.
Yet in the blink of an eye, in just two moves, the Serpent Race—a clan