The words had barely fallen when the Red-Scaled Horned Python appeared before everyone.
Good grief—it was a full four or five zhang long, and its thickest part was probably as wide around as a wooden water bucket. Its enormous snake skull was hideously savage, and a long crimson horn jutted from the top of its head.
The snake scales covering its body were all crimson, like blazing flames. Its body temperature was extremely high; the wild grass on the ground had withered into scorched black, forming a winding snake trail.
A Third-Order Fierce Beast!
To the Wang Clan in its fallen days, it would have been an extremely troublesome enemy. One mishandled move, and lives would have to be paid in.
However, as the Wang Clan continued to grow stronger, a Third-Order Fierce Beast no longer posed much of a threat to them. The Wang Clan's annual Autumn-Winter Hunt had also been pushing the frontier beyond the domain farther and farther outward.
As for the Wang Clan's young people, so long as they had no duties tying them down, they would follow their elders to participate in the Autumn-Winter Hunt every year, and they were hardly unfamiliar with Third-Order Fierce Beasts.
Moreover, in the Spirit Food they ate on ordinary days, Third-Order Fierce Beast meat was by no means rare.
Because of this, although they took Third-Order Fierce Beasts seriously, they would not fear them as if they had encountered a natural predator.
"Loose arrows." As Wang Shouming gave the order, he drew his powerful bow and shot a fierce arrow. The arrow, imbued with fire-element Profound Qi, radiated red light and dragged out a long tail of flame.
The rest of the Wang Clan youths and the household generals all fired in unison.
"Clang, clang, clang!" The arrows tore