The King of Black Fog

Li Changzhou flicked the Emerald Bee Sword, and the roasted meat strung on the sword fell to the ground like abacus beads.

The blade, thin as a cicada's wing, was shining bright, indeed not stained by a drop of oil.

The people of the Nuwa clan stared at the buzzing Emerald Bee Sword, then looked up at Li Changzhou. In those arrogant, murderous eyes, there was a sliver of greed.

The Wilderness is rich in resources, enough to achieve communism, but good things are rare everywhere because what is 'good' is defined by comparison.

The sword in front of them was undoubtedly a good thing.

The leader of the Nuwa clan was an old woman, leaning on a wooden staff, with silver hair and a withered face, but a pair of eyes shining as bright as stars.

[Be careful of her eyes and wooden staff.]

Guanyin's reminder made Li Changzhou take another look. There was a breath on the staff that he was extremely familiar with, like...a snake?

Looking closely, he discovered that the two gemstones embedded at the top of the staff gave the feeling of staring back—they were actually snake eyes.

As for the old woman's eyes, their depth was unclear. They only gave the impression that her entire life was all for those eyes, which had drained all her essence and spirit.

Although Li Changzhou was strong, he currently had no special means, so he was secretly on guard, even pausing the cultivation and refining of the Three Thousand Great Divine Abilities and Qi that resumed after leaving Zixu Mountain.

"Was it you who killed Tong Li?" The old woman's voice was plain yet powerful.

"Tong Li?" Li Changzhou asked in return.

"Still dare to quibble!" A stubborn young man of the Three-Eyed Tribe stepped forward, "Snake Elder, it was him who killed Elder Li, and we can all testify!"

The boys and girls of the Three-Eyed Tribe, stared at by him, all opened their mouths, accusing Li Changzhou of being the murderer.

"Oh~" Li Changzhou suddenly realized, "You're talking about that old man in gray clothes, yes, I did kill him."

The faces of the teenagers of the Three-Eyed Tribe turned red with anger, filled with the humiliation of being disregarded—he wasn't quibbling, but simply didn't care about them!

The old woman remained unchanged: "The Three-Eyed Tribe is a subordinate tribe of the Nuwa clan. Normally, if you kill one or two, it doesn't matter, but they're here to attend the Grand Meeting, at least half a guest, guests of the Nuwa clan, and you dare to provoke them?"

Before the old man in gray died, he did say he was going to participate in something at the Nuwa clan.

Li Changzhou speculated that perhaps Yang Qinglan's mission might be related to this meeting?

[Very likely!] Guanyin had the same thought.

The premise was that Yang Qinglan was indeed in the Nuwa clan.

"Provoke?" In his mind, he was thinking about these things, but Li Changzhou's face showed no pause, "They attacked first, if anyone provoked, it was them provoking me."

The stubborn young man of the Three-Eyed Tribe pointed at Li Changzhou, just about to speak, when the Snake Elder said: "I already know the cause."

Slowly she continued: "He just wanted to capture you as a slave, yet you took a life... could you actually lay a deadly hand on someone over 200 years old close to dying?"

"So you're saying it's my fault I don't want to be a slave?" Li Changzhou found it absurd and couldn't help but laugh.

"Ask them if it's your fault." The Snake Elder looked at the others.

Their gaze towards Li Changzhou all wrote 'he's clueless, he's at fault.'

Having justified this, the Snake Elder wasted no more words: "Kill him."

The Nuwa warriors with human bodies and snake tails moved their bodies, surrounding him, the sound of their hissing tongues rising like tidewaters.

Each held a mirror forged from snake scales in their hands.

Li Changzhou felt it was more likely that Yang Qinglan was in the Nuwa clan, as she also had a mirror, the "Dawn Mirror."

The mirror reflected the campfire, like golden stars, which connected and transformed into a translucent Giant Python with golden fiery scale armor.

At the moment the Giant Python formed, Li Changzhou was directly trapped inside it!

The golden fiery Giant Python turned its snake head, its flat triangular head staring at Li Changzhou in its belly, its mouth opened slowly, then suddenly bit down.

"Hiss!!"

The golden fiery Giant Python let out an extremely painful hiss, its body twisting madly, and a black hand casually held down its snake head.

The Giant Python slowly shrank, as if being absorbed by the black hand.

Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam!

All the mirrors shattered simultaneously, like a rain, with fragments reflecting light that blinded the eyes for an instant.

"Bei!" the Snake Elder shouted.

A slender man stepped out from behind the Snake Elder, his legs turned into a snake tail with a shake of his body.

The man raised his hand, and the next moment a palm was already striking towards Li Changzhou's head.

Li Changzhou's expression remained unchanged, as he also raised a palm to meet it.

Slam!

The shockwave echoed through the mountains, causing the towering trees to rustle like wild grass, and Li Changzhou took two steps back.

He was somewhat astonished; this Nuwa warrior's palm seemed, on the surface, little more than light rain, yet it contained enormous power capable of shaking mountains, all of which was compressed into one palm.

In a rush, in this test of strength, he, who could destroy a planet, was at a disadvantage.

"Bei! Bei! Bei!" The Snake Clan warriors let out battle cries.

Gaining the upper hand with one strike, the snake-man sneered coldly, swinging his tail for another all-powerful palm strike.

"Hold on!" Li Changzhou dodged swiftly.

He was not spurred by competitive spirit; there was no need to fight, the man was not his match.

Bei's body suddenly expanded, becoming a giant, his snake tail sweeping in a ten-mile radius, and again, a simple unadorned palm pressed down, like the sky falling.

"Stop!" The Snake Elder shouted.

"Granny?" Bei was puzzled.

"How about marrying into our clan?" Sitting cross-legged on Bei's head, Li Changzhou laid the Emerald Bee Sword across his knees, "My bloodline is rather strong."