Eight Serpent Island, Eight Serpent Hall.
At that moment, sinister winds howled through the hall, fiercer than ever, as though countless demon beasts were roaring in the shadows.
Sect Leader Eight Serpent True Person sat upright at the head of the great hall.
Above his head, a bronze serpent statue held its head high, its intricately carved eyes fixed on everyone in the hall.
Bang!
Suddenly, Eight Serpent True Person slammed his skeletal palm onto the armrest of the Serpent-Headed Throne.
At the same time, the fangs atop the Serpent-Headed Cane in his hand sprang out half an inch, gleaming with an icy blue light that sent chills down the spine.
Eight Serpent True Person's hoarse voice carried barely suppressed fury, like the hissing of a venomous snake flicking its tongue, making everyone's hair stand on end:
"Poison Python! How are you going to explain this to me?!"
Second Elder Poison Python True Person had already turned ashen with fright, his legs so weak that he nearly collapsed.
His voice shook uncontrollably as he stammered, "S-Sect Leader, please calm your anger..."
Poison Python True Person had only just entered the Golden Core early stage.
Here in the Eight Serpent Sect, faced with Eight Serpent True Person's peak mid Golden Core pressure, how could he dare harbor even the slightest thought of resistance?
What was more, Eight Serpent True Person had Heavenly Serpent Old Man behind him, the previous leader of the Eight Serpent Sect;
an existence as renowned as the Radiant Moon Palace Master. How could Poison Python True Person dare step out of line?
"Calm my anger?" Eight Serpent True Person abruptly rose, his aura erupting and instantly enveloping the entire hall.
The weaker Foundation Establishment cultivators in the hall immediately felt as though a mountain were pressing down