109: Chapter 109 Movie Emperor Zhang Wen

Zhao Meng's expression changed drastically. The Black Scaled Python's defense was several times stronger than the Blood-Stain Bear's, not to mention its fangs that could tear through metal and stone. "Retreat quickly!"

The Black Scaled Python clearly regarded them as thieves trying to steal the Blood Spirit Fruit. It hissed and swept its snake tail over with a gust of fierce wind.

The rocks at the edge of the bluestone platform were instantly shattered, and debris flew everywhere like hidden weapons.

Zhang Wen "failed to react in time" and was struck on the arm by a piece of debris, causing him to "grunt" in pain as he stumbled back behind a tree.

It looked pathetic, but in reality, he had just managed to dodge the range of the snake tail's attack.

Zhao Meng gritted his teeth, his Crimson Blood Saber Intent igniting once again, though it was much dimmer than before.

He knew he was no match for it, so he could only steel himself and swing his blade at the snake's body, attempting to buy time for the others: "Old Wang, take Muer and go!"

"Captain, you..." Old Wang's face turned red with anxiety, but he was grabbed by Lin Muer.

"Let's retreat together!"

Lin Muer unsheathed her soft sword, the sword light pouring down onto the snake's head like a waterfall, yet it only sparked. "Its scales are too hard; brute force is useless!"

The Black Scaled Python was thoroughly enraged, its massive body coiling up to surround the platform.

Foul-smelling saliva dripped onto the ground, corroding small pits; clearly, the snake venom was incredibly toxic.

It suddenly opened its mouth, and a stream of dark green venom sprayed toward Zhao Meng.

Zhao Meng quickly dodged to the side. The venom grazed his shoulder and landed on the tree trunk behind him, instantly causing the bowl-thick trunk to smoke as it corroded.

A cold sweat broke out on his back. Just as he wanted to catch his breath, the Black Scaled Python's head struck like a sharp arrow, slamming hard into his chest.

"Pfft—" Zhao Meng spat out a mouthful of blood and flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing into the stone wall and passing out.

"Captain!"

Lin Muer exclaimed. While distracted, the Black Scaled Python's tail suddenly coiled around, tightly wrapping around her ankle and violently throwing her into the air.

A cold light flashed in Zhang Wen's eyes. He lunged forward as if in a panic, and the sky-splitting startling thunder spear "happened" to block the trajectory of Lin Muer's fall.

Lin Muer fell onto the spear shaft, using the momentum to stabilize herself, though she was also covered in a cold sweat.

"Quick... save the Captain!"

Lin Muer's voice trembled. Looking at Zhao Meng, who was coiled by the Black Scaled Python, her eyes turned red with anxiety.

Old Wang rushed forward with his shield, but was swatted away by the Black Scaled Python's tail. A crack appeared in his shield, and he clutched his chest, unable to get up for a long time.

In an instant, only Zhang Wen and Lin Muer were left standing.

The Black Scaled Python shook its head, locking its target onto Zhang Wen. Clearly, that "unintentional" block had made it perceive a threat.

Zhang Wen's grip on the spear tightened slightly, and his Eye of Thunder Punishment spun wildly.

The flow of spiritual energy beneath the Black Scaled Python's scales was clearly visible—only the scales at its seven-inch mark were slightly lighter in color, making it the only weak point.

But he did not strike immediately, instead deliberately holding the spear shaft horizontally in front of him, his body trembling slightly.

"This... this thing is too fierce..."

The Black Scaled Python hissed and lunged, a foul stench rushing toward him.

Zhang Wen suddenly lowered his body, and the tip of the spear "wobbled" as he flicked it upward, just grazing the Black Scaled Python's seven-inch mark.

With a crisp "clang," the spear tip was deflected, leaving only a white mark on the scales.

"Useless?"

Zhang Wen feigned panic, but in his heart, he understood—the Peak realm's defense was indeed stronger than expected; he would need to use greater power to break through.

The Black Scaled Python was thoroughly enraged and bit down again.

This time, Zhang Wen did not dodge. Instead, he abruptly channeled his spiritual energy into the spear tip, and a barely perceptible spark of lightning flashed across it.

"Now is the time!"

He let out a low shout, and as if desperate, thrust the spear tip toward the Black Scaled Python's seven-inch mark.

This time, the spear tip entered as if into empty space, instantly sinking into the flesh beneath the scales.

The Black Scaled Python's movements froze abruptly, its massive body convulsing violently as snake blood gushed out, splattering all over Zhang Wen.

In pain, the Black Scaled Python arched its massive body, its head suddenly turning toward Zhang Wen, its vertical pupils churning with the madness of impending death.

It opened its huge mouth, its fangs gleaming with a dark green, cold light, and bit down with a thick, foul stench.

It felt as if even the air was being corroded by the intense venom, sizzling as it went.

Zhang Wen "slipped" as if tripped by the snake blood, his body tilting to the side, just in time to avoid the fangs' bite.

But the Black Scaled Python's reaction was extremely fast. Its tail swept over like a steel whip, whistling through the air as it lashed toward Zhang Wen's side.

If this tail strike landed, his internal organs would likely be shattered.

"Careful!" Lin Muer's heart was in her throat as she watched; she frantically stabbed the snake's tail with her soft sword, but it was deflected by the scales.

She could only watch helplessly as the steel-whip-like tail drew closer and closer to Zhang Wen.

Zhang Wen seemed to be in a panic, slamming the sky-splitting startling thunder spear onto the ground and using it as a support to twist his body half a turn, narrowly dodging the snake's tail.

But the fierce wind brought by the snake's tail still struck his back.

He "grunted" and stumbled forward a few steps, a trace of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

This blood was something he had intentionally forced out to appear even more pathetic.

"This beast has gone mad!"

Zhang Wen wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his face full of "terror."

His hand gripping the spear, however, quietly adjusted the angle, aiming the tip at the wound on the Black Scaled Python's seven-inch mark.

The Black Scaled Python missed its strike and became even more enraged, its massive body beginning to roll frantically.

The entire bluestone platform shook violently under its thrashing, with debris flying and smoke filling the air.

It seemed determined to tear this space to shreds; even the unconscious Zhao Meng and the severely injured Old Wang were struck by flying rocks, letting out painful groans.

Lin Muer was sweating with anxiety, but she couldn't get close at all, so she could only keep stabbing the snake's body with her soft sword from the outside, trying to attract its attention.

But the Black Scaled Python now had eyes only for Zhang Wen, and the wound at its seven-inch mark was constantly bleeding.

This caused its aura to weaken at a visible rate, while also making its attacks increasingly violent.

It suddenly contracted its body violently, then shot out like a spring.

Its head went straight for Zhang Wen's face, while its tail coiled around again, sealing off all his retreat routes—it was clearly a stance of mutual destruction!

At the critical moment, Lightning Radiance flared brightly in Zhang Wen's eyes, only to vanish in an instant.

He no longer concealed his speed, pushing off the ground with force as his body shot forward like an arrow from a string. Instead of retreating, he lunged straight toward the snake's head.

This action made Lin Muer scream in shock, and even the Black Scaled Python seemed to be stunned for a split second.

At the very moment they were about to collide, Zhang Wen suddenly lowered his body, and the sky-splitting startling thunder spear in his hand flicked upward violently.

The spear tip pierced with extreme precision into the seven-inch wound that had been broken open earlier, and he took the opportunity to churn it upward!

"Pfft—"

The spear tip, carrying the power of Tribulation Thunder, exploded inside the snake's body. Tiny sparks of lightning spread along the wound, and the Black Scaled Python's body suddenly stiffened, its frantic movements coming to an abrupt halt.

Its huge mouth stopped less than half a foot above Zhang Wen's head, and toxic saliva dripped onto Zhang Wen's shoulder, corroding several black holes into his clothes.

He, however, seemed completely unaware, only gripping the spear shaft tightly, his face splattered with hot snake blood.

A few breaths later, the Black Scaled Python's body began to convulse violently, its head slamming heavily onto the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Its pupils gradually dilated, its massive body slowly becoming rigid, and it completely ceased to breathe.

Zhang Wen finally released the spear shaft and collapsed onto the ground, gasping for air, his chest heaving violently as if he had just returned from the gates of hell.

He looked at the Black Scaled Python's corpse, his face full of relief at having "survived the ordeal," but only his tightly clenched fists betrayed that he had not exhausted all his strength.

Lin Muer finally dared to rush forward, looking at the blood-covered and disheveled Zhang Wen.

She looked again at the dead Black Scaled Python, and for a moment, she couldn't speak—the few short moves just now had been so thrilling that she still felt lingering fear.