In the middle of the valley, Jiang Chen held the source of the Serpent God's curse as the blood vessels all over his body bulged wildly like tangled black snakes, making his entire body swell considerably. He looked extraordinarily strange.
"Heh, nothing serious. That son of a bitch, the Abyssal Serpent God, isn't much good at this!"
He was still sneering.
The kings' faces twitched violently.
You really don't know when to shut that fucking mouth!
Even if a Supreme Powerhouse hit you with everything they had, that mouth would probably still be left.
"The Abyssal Serpent God's apostle flew into a rage. Ghost Qi +560000!"
Listening to the notification, Jiang Chen could no longer spare any attention for his body's abnormalities. His eyes shone, and he wished he could press himself against the Purple-Robed Divine Soul's ear and curse the Abyssal Serpent God nonstop.
In fact, that was exactly what he did.
He even stopped chasing the Church's Red Cardinals and Zhang Jiu, the Talisman Gate's foremost disciple, and simply clung to the Purple-Robed Divine Soul without letting go.
"That bastard Abyssal Serpent God belongs to the most despicable race even in the Abyss!"
"I'm not singling anyone out. All snakes are trash!"
"Torea and Pifuer are nothing to fear."
"..."
Tie Zhu, inside his sleeve, felt somewhat indignant at this, but after thinking it over, his father was a Flood Dragon, and he himself would soon become one too. There seemed to be nothing wrong with drawing a clear line between himself and snakes.
So he muttered a curse as well.
"What fucking Abyssal Serpent God? Before a noble member of the Dragon Clan like me, he's only fit to lie on the ground flicking his tongue."
With father and son playing off each other, the