For a Rank Three Creature, killing people was all too easy. It could even annihilate the entire village in an instant.
But it hadn't done so—not out of mercy, but because it first needed to know the whole story. It was an obsession.
Now that it knew the truth and had found the culprits, it cast aside all restraint, ready to unleash a massacre.
"Celestial Master Zhang, you're quite the master of deception."
Tu Xiao'an looked up, staring intently at the Snake Flood Dragon, which had swelled to over ten meters long. It floated in the air, wreathed in a black, fiery aura—a terrifying sight to behold.
"A mere Rank Two Snake Spirit... You see your ancestor, and you still don't bow in worship?"
The Snake Flood Dragon let out a sound like a weeping lament, a shrill howl that sent a chill down the spine of anyone who heard it.
