The fiery red figure was about to crash into the counter. Feng Xi's face turned cold as the aura of the Snake Race began to surge within her. She flipped her slender left hand over, her palm instantly turning a translucent jade-green. With that jade-like hand, she slapped the fiery red figure.
As a Mutated Crowned King Snake, she wasn't known for having a good temper.
BOOM! The slap brought the retreating, fiery red figure to a dead stop. Uninjured, it fixed its single eye on Feng Xi.
"A mere Snake Demon at the Pseudo Demon King Level dares to lay a hand on me, a War God?"
"You..." Feng Xi froze.
'Since when could someone at the Pseudo Demon King Level be looked down on like this?'
But this one-eyed youth before her was a human of the War God Level, a renowned figure.
He had earned that right.
Meanwhile, the figure crackling with Thunder was also sent flying back, heading straight for Tu Xiao'an's table.
