"Kid, this snake head belongs to our Iron Blood Hunting Team. If you're smart, back off obediently, or face the consequences!"
At that moment, four or five men clad in armor and wielding large blades surrounded him, their eyes fixed on the last remaining snake head of the Thousand Mountain Python, greed gleaming in their eyes.
Although the fangs of the Thousand Mountain Python had been taken by Zhou Xuantong, the remaining parts were still quite valuable, and the skull's bones, extremely tough, were excellent materials for forging weapons and armor.
Clearly, the Iron Blood Hunting Team members already regarded the snake head as their own possession.
Seeing Ling Feng not only unperturbed but also cutting open the skin of the snake head nonchalantly, the leader of the Iron Blood Hunting Team frowned and sternly glared at Ling Feng, speaking coldly, "Kid, I advise you not to ruin yourself!"
