A wantonly reckless voice boomed from the sky above, its tone so domineering it showed no regard for the White Demon King—a dignified Deep Mountain Demon King—let alone the crowd of Great Demons below.
It was as if in all of heaven and earth, he, this snake, reigned supreme.
Crashing the wedding?
As the demons processed his words, their faces twisted into expressions of sheer, uncontrollable astonishment. The wedding procession had certainly gotten lively now; there was a real show to watch. To think that something as ridiculous as a wedding crashing could happen at a Deep Mountain Demon King's ceremony.
And the one doing it was none other than the Snake Race's new Snake King, the most talked-about figure in the entire Yaoling Mountain Range.
It was shaping up to be a clash of titans.
