"Y-y-you, how are you still alive!"
Liu Biao's roar echoed through the valley, like that of an enraged beast.
His stomach, struck by a rock, was gushing blood. The crimson stream was like a blossoming flower—vibrant and horrifying.
But he seemed to have forgotten the pain. His eyes were locked on Jiang Xinghai, who was approaching with the Snake Gallbladder in his hands. He was so scared he pissed himself.
'My God!'
'That's the giant python's Snake Gallbladder!'
'Is this Jiang Xinghai a man or a god?!'
'He actually slaughtered the giant python!'
His eyes were filled with terror, like a mouse that had just seen a cat.
Jiang Xinghai approached silently, holding the Snake Gallbladder as if it carried the weight of the world. His eyes were as deep as the sea, a glint of amusement flashing within them. "Are there any more behemoths like that? One isn't enough of a fight."
Hearing this, Liu Biao coughed violently, spitting mouthfuls of blood. 'One isn't enough of a fight?'
