To the White Demon King, this was a detestable snake. He wanted nothing more than to smash him to smithereens. Given a chance for a sneak attack, he found it impossible to restrain his inner impulse.
The White Demon King glanced at his pale fingers, which were itching for a fight. "Brother Peng, seriously, just let me do it. Today is my wedding day, after all. We can't let this delay the auspicious occasion."
The Saint Peng King paused, slightly taken aback. 'What is he implying? That I'm too slow at killing this snake? That I'm holding up his wedding night?'
People fight for pride, and the Saint Peng King was no different. Since he had already stepped forward, he couldn't back down halfway. To do so would only fuel the snake's insolence.
Furthermore, the demons of the Yaoling Mountain Range would think that he, the King of Hundred Birds, was inferior to the Snake Race's new Snake King.
