"Indian Snake King, was it you who tampered with Bai Feifei's Seven-step Silver Light Snake?" Ling Feng said coldly.
The Indian Snake King finally looked at Ling Feng, a trace of disdain curling at the corner of his lips. "Hmph, where did this brat come from? How dare you speak to me like that? Out of respect for you bringing that girl here, I'll spare your life. Now, get lost!"
Normally, given the Snake King's temper, he wouldn't bother with unnecessary words and would have simply killed Ling Feng outright!
But today was different. The Snake King's Lifeline Snake, the Black Mamba, had been gravely injured, weakening his strength. On top of that, the countless battles along the way had left him fatigued.
And from Ling Feng, the Snake King sensed a faint pressure. To have made it this far, the Snake King believed that this young man, despite his youth, was far from ordinary. That was the only reason he was speaking so "amicably" to Ling Feng instead of acting immediately.
