When everyone saw its head, as big as a small car, they were all stunned.
Although they had already witnessed the incomparably massive Yamata no Orochi the last time Xu Hao fought the Saint of Fist, this time they were seeing it with their own eyes; the shock to their souls could not possibly be the same as back then.
Seeing Yamata no Orochi, there wasn't the slightest surprise in Xu Hao's heart. He said calmly, "Sure enough, you have an unusual connection with the line of the Sword Saint. Thirty years ago, in the case of Kashima Shrine being wiped out, you probably took part as well, didn't you? Otherwise, with the Sword Saint's strength at that time, there was no way he could have completely annihilated Kashima Shrine in a single night."
Yamata no Orochi's sixteen eyes, each as big as a bronze bell, stared straight at Xu Hao as its voice boomed like a great bell, "Xu Hao, we meet again."
