Chapter 1464

He believed that the Great Han was nothing more than a rabble.

He himself led the Python Scale Army.

More than enough to crush the other side.

"Hah, what a joke. My Great Han has hundreds of millions of common folk. What are you lot, anyway?"

Hearing the voice, Tong Xiangyu said with a smile.

A look of mockery flashed in his eyes.

And just as his words had barely fallen—

The Great Han soldiers behind him instantly raised their crossbows.

"Whoosh! Whoosh!"

Dense bolts of crossbow arrows rained down like a curtain of rain in the air.

Leaving the Python Scale Army with no time at all to dodge.

In an instant, they were pierced through.

And just as the Great Han generals were slaughtering wantonly—

The figures of the Python Scale King and the Python Scale Ancestor descended into the valley at this moment.

Looking at the scene below, a look of mingled shock and fury appeared in the Python Scale King's eyes.

Without the slightest pause, he commanded.

"Python Spirit King, you strike with Us and slay this man, to avenge our warriors!"

After the words fell—

The Python Spirit King's figure shot forth in an instant.

His body, at this moment, was like a long rainbow.

Both palms struck out.

In a flash, terrifying energy surged mightily between heaven and earth.

"Boom!"

And at that very moment, Zhang Sanfeng also charged forward to meet him.

A glint of sharp light flashed in his eyes.

The long staff in his hand whirled.

Blazing out dazzling brilliance.

"Roar!"

A dragon's cry rang out.

His whole body, at the same instant, slammed into the Python Spirit King like a flood dragon.

Then, the opponent's figure was sent flying backward.

"Hiss!"

Fresh blood sprayed out, and the Python Spirit King's face was filled with utter horror.

He had never dreamed that Zhang Sanfeng's strength would be so terrifying.

Defeated in a single move, without even the strength to strike back.

"Your Majesty, save me!"

The Python Spirit King shouted.

He understood in his heart that he was no match for Zhang Sanfeng, and only the Python Scale King could rival him.

And upon hearing the cry, a cold glint flashed in the Python Scale King's eyes.

The Python Scale Army had suffered devastating losses this time.

If the Python Spirit King were to die, it would be a tremendous blow to the Python Scale Army.

After all, within the Python Scale Army, every general was exceedingly precious.

Therefore, the Python Scale King had to rescue him.

Thus, without waiting for the Python Spirit King to finish speaking, his whole body lunged toward Zhang Sanfeng.

At the same time he roared.

"Seeking death!"

The voice rang out, sounding ferociously savage.

His fist-gang blasted out in an instant.

Causing the entire heaven and earth to darken in a flash.

"Roar!"

But just as he closed in on Zhang Sanfeng—

A series of dragon cries burst from the opponent's mouth.

Then, his body swelled up rapidly.

Actually transforming into a being a thousand zhang tall.

A staff swept out horizontally, radiating brilliant yellow light.

At this moment, it seemed capable of shrouding the sun and moon.

The vast energy made every onlooker's heart tremble with awe and fear.

"Clang!"

The two collided in one spot.

The Python-Scale King's figure couldn't help but freeze.

Then, his body was blasted backward.

A look of horror surfaced in his eyes.

At this moment, the Python-Scale Army, when clashing with the Great Han's forces, had actually suffered a loss.

One must know, this was the Python-Scale Army.

Each and every one of them possessed incomparably formidable strength.

Moreover, they feared no death.

Even the Python-Scale Old Ancestor, upon encountering the Python-Scale Army, was unwilling to engage them in a life-and-death struggle lightly.

Yet now, they had been wounded at the hands of the Great Han's army.

"Haha, exhilarating!"

Seeing such a scene, Tong Xiangyu excitedly roared.

He loved this feeling—conquering the various warlords set his blood boiling.

And just at this moment, the Python-Spirit King's figure had already leapt out once more.

His speed was incomparably swift.

Cold light flickered in his hand as he slashed toward Tong Xiangyu.

A ferocious look shone in his eyes.

He wished to borrow the power of the Python-Scale Army to slay his opponent.

However, just as his attack was about to touch Tong Xiangyu.

A figure blocked right in front of him.

This person's aura was incomparably formidable.

His entire body was wrapped in golden radiance.

"Scram!"

A bone-chilling voice rang out as a palm swept forth.

In an instant, the Python-Spirit King's figure was sent flying backward.

"Crack!"

His arm was snapped in a flash.

"Cough!"

At the same time, fresh blood spurted from the corner of his mouth.