The tribal descendants on the ground fell in swathes like wheat beneath a scythe. Blood shimmering with flecks of seven-colored light was drawn from their bodies, gathering together and streaming skyward until it formed an enormous sphere of blood before Hun Changqing.
"Bastard! Stop!"
In less than half an incense stick's time, more than half the Pureblood Seven-Colored Pythons had been killed or wounded. This immediately alarmed the Seven-Colored Python Clan's upper ranks. Several sharp whistles tore through the sky, and figures appeared before Hun Changqing. Their eyes were crimson with boundless hatred as they stared at the hell on earth below, their eyes nearly splitting with fury.
"Who exactly are you? Why are you dealing such a vicious blow to our Seven-Colored Python Clan?"
The Yellow-Robed Elder at their head stared gravely at Hun Changqing, his voice laced with anger and killing intent. A surging aura raged around him, far surpassing that of an ordinary Nine-Star Dou Zun. He was clearly the rumored Super Dou Zun ancestor of the Seven-Colored Python Clan, who had already begun compressing his Dou Qi.
"No particular reason. Your Seven-Colored Python Clan is weak, so this calamity is yours to suffer."
Seated in the air, Hun Changqing slowly shook his head. His expression was indifferent, devoid of joy or sorrow, like a god seated high above, passing judgment on all living beings.
"Bastard!"
"Demon!"
"Animal!"
"Everyone, attack together! Avenge our clansmen!"
At Hun Changqing's words, the Seven-Colored Python Clan's leaders flew into an uncontrollable rage. Hatred flooded their eyes, and they wished they could tear him apart alive with their teeth. With a collective roar, they hurtled toward him, gathering surging energies of different colors in their hands, determined to slay him here.
"Futile."
His cold voice fell softly, without the slightest ripple of