Tu Xiao'an's face was solemn. He shook his head. "His appearance was just an accident. Entrusting my life to someone else has never been a reliable option. I've always been the sole master of my own fate."
"Oh..." A hint of contempt appeared in the old monster's eyes upon hearing this. "Then I'd like to see just how you, a mere snake, will master your own fate."
The moment his voice fell, a powerful, terrifying, and immense aura erupted from the old monster for the first time. In an instant, it swept over everything, crushing down on the levitating Purple Gold Snake.
Suddenly, the night became deathly still. The moon seemed to have long since hidden behind the clouds. There was no earth-shattering spectacle, only a sudden, violent slam as the levitating Purple Gold Snake was smashed from the sky to the ground, pinned tightly against the earth.
It was as if Five Finger Mountain itself was pressing down on him.
