The next instant, the Mandala Snake that had originally enjoyed priority began thrashing violently, as though in a final flare of life before death.
Sand and stones flew across the ground. The little tree suffered worst of all, its lush green foliage dancing away on the wind until only a bare trunk remained.
Having exploited habitual thinking and a blind spot to strike the Mandala Snake's vital point, Tang San had already used Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track to retreat far away.
Tang San watched the Mandala Snake struggle on the brink of death, fear lingering in his heart. Had he been even a second or two slower, he would have ended up just like that little tree.
Only, the tree had been stripped of its leaves, while his tendons would have snapped and his bones shattered on the spot!
"You piece of trash! If anything happens to San, I'll flatten your head with one swing of my hammer!"
Up in a large tree, a scruffy middle-aged man with a stubbled face and clothes covered in patches spoke through gritted teeth.
Naturally, this man was Tang Hao. Tang San was immensely important to him, and he could not allow any harm to come to his son.
That was why Tang Hao followed Tang San at all times, protecting him from the shadows.
When he had seen that little snake chase his son until there was no road to heaven and no door into the earth, Tang Hao had nearly intervened and smashed its head flat.
"San!"
Yu Dashi's desperate shout reminded Tang San of his teacher, who could not even defeat a Mandala Snake less than four hundred years old.
Tang San lowered his head, a chilling gleam in his eyes as he considered whether to simply kill this teacher.
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