"Enough to see? Just one try will tell!"
As soon as his words were spoken, Li Chen had already swung his palm to strike.
The Indian Snake King, not to be outdone, waved his iron-pad-like meaty palm, clashing fiercely with Li Chen.
"Hiss, hiss..."
At the same time, two snakes spit out crimson tongues, opening their gaping mouths to bite at Li Chen.
"Roar, roar!"
Little Dragon was not raised on a vegetarian diet, seeing the two snakes charging, it raised its head and let out a soul-shaking dragon roar, then went to meet them with bared teeth and claws.
Moreover, its bite was pitch black, leaving a bloody hole with each snap, causing the two snakes unbearable pain, and they dared not confront it head-on.
Seeing his beloved snakes defeated, the Indian Snake King was greatly shocked. It seemed that this Little Golden Snake was a genuine descendant of Jiao Long.
