The small yellow snake appeared extremely abruptly, its mouth open to bite. Just as it was about to make contact, Chen Ming noticed it.
Crack!
The bite landed only on an afterimage.
The fully mastered "Phoenix Dance of Nine Heavens" had become an instinct for his body, reacting faster than his mind when encountering danger.
Close call!
Chen Ming muttered to himself in relief as he watched the little snake pounce again, moving as fast as lightning. He used his body technique to dodge its bite once more.
At the same time, he flicked his finger, and a Sword Gang struck it away.
The yellow snake fell a yard away on the ground, bouncing up again, swiftly slithering across the surface.
"It's still not dead?"
He couldn't help but be surprised. That Sword Gang just now could cut through steel, yet this snake, only as thick as a thumb, was so tough it seemed unscathed.
What species is this exactly?
