When the black-clad men saw Zhao Ya, they noticeably quickened their pace in kneeling and bowing.
The leader of these men was muttering something under his breath.
"We beseech you, Lord Python God, to unleash your divine might and completely annihilate this person who unjustly invades our Divine Sect and kills our people."
His words were filled with boundless venom and hatred, paired with a hoarse, unpleasant voice that truly sent chills down one's spine.
However, Zhao Ya remained completely unfazed, even yawning out of boredom, and then leisurely walked past the black-clad men.
"Old man, stop bowing. Didn't you see that this so-called Python God you worship didn't even dare to move after seeing me?" Zhao Ya said nonchalantly.
The leader of the black-clad men trembled as he raised his head, revealing an extremely old and wrinkled face.
Yet on this dying face was a pair of youthful eyes.
This feeling was incredibly eerie.
