129: Chapter 130 Take three punches from me, or you'll live or die.

The Snake King raised her scepter high once more and brought it crashing down mercilessly toward the crown of Shangguan Wuqing's head!

She wanted this first heir of the Chilian Tribe to die under her own scepter, just like her mother, with the exact same method of death.

"No!"

To the side, Young Mistress Shangguan Wulei, whose arm had been broken and was on the verge of death, had her eyes wide with despair, letting out a desperate roar.

She struggled desperately, trying to block this blow for her sister, but she couldn't even move a single finger, and could only watch helplessly as that scepter smashed down.

Despair, regret, and countless emotions surged in like a tidal wave.

Just as all the members of the Snake-Person Tribe thought victory was within their grasp and they were about to occupy the Chilian Tribe.

Just as all the surviving members of the Chilian Tribe closed their eyes, unable to bear watching this tragic scene!

Hum—!

At the very top of that ancient Seven-Story Stone Pagoda, the seventh floor, which had been silent for a thousand years, suddenly erupted with a blinding white light, more dazzling than the sun!

This light instantly pierced through the blood and fire of the battlefield, illuminating everyone's face.

The Snake King, who was enjoying the pleasure of the slaughter, suddenly froze in her movements.

Everyone, including the fighting Snake-Person Tribe warriors, subconsciously looked toward the source of the light.

"The seventh floor... The seventh floor has lit up!"

A surviving Black Cloud Guard exclaimed, his voice trembling with uncontrollable ecstasy.

The smile on the Snake King's face froze completely.

She stared intently at the fully illuminated Holy Tower, and a fear stemming from the depths of her Bloodline surged into her heart without warning.

Impossible!

That Holy Tower, which was said to be impossible for anyone to reach the top!

Someone had actually climbed it!

Before she could figure it out.

Swish!

A crimson stream of light, dragging a long trail of flames, shot out from the window of the seventh floor of the high tower!

Its speed was extreme, carrying a terrifying might that could burn everything to ashes, and its target was the Snake King!

The Snake King's internal alarm bells rang wildly; she had no time to think and subconsciously gave up on killing Shangguan Wuqing, turning to block with the snake-headed scepter in her hand!

Clang!!!

A deafening sound of metal clashing rang across the entire wasteland!

The crimson stream of light smashed heavily against the snake-headed scepter!

An indescribable, terrifying force surged through the scepter and instantly spread throughout the Snake King's entire body.

She felt as if her arms had been hit head-on by a giant mountain, the webbings between her thumbs and forefingers instantly burst open, and blood spurted wildly!

She herself could not control her momentum and was forced to take a dozen steps back, "thump, thump, thump," leaving deep cracks in the hard ground with every step before she could barely steady herself.

And that crimson stream of light, after knocking her back, continued its momentum without slowing down, and with a precise "boom," it embedded itself right in front of Shangguan Wuqing!

As the dust settled, a staff that was entirely crimson, with flames seemingly flowing across its body, was deeply embedded in the earth, the tail of the staff still humming incessantly, emitting an ancient and majestic Aura.

This was the true chilian staff, the symbol of the King of the Chilian Tribe.

It stood between Shangguan Wuqing and the Snake King, making the Snake King afraid to advance even a single step.

The whole scene stood frozen.

Everyone's gaze was fixed on that crimson chilian staff.

Following a loud bang, everyone's gaze slowly shifted upward, toward the Seven-Story Stone Pagoda shrouded in light.

A figure, carrying the radiance of the sky on his back, leaped down from the seventh floor of the high tower.

He landed lightly on the top of the chilian staff that was deeply embedded in the ground.

Standing with his hands behind his back, his clothes fluttering, an invisible yet vast Aura erupted from him as the center, sweeping across the entire field!

Thump! Thump!

Those nearby Snake-Person Tribe warriors, under the impact of this Aura, couldn't even stand steadily, falling to their knees in large groups, their bodies trembling.

Even the Snake King and She Hongying nearby were shaken by this Aura until their chests felt stifled, and they couldn't help but take two steps back!

They looked up in horror at the man standing on the staff.

Like a god descending to the world!

Jiang Feng's gaze swept over the corpses on the ground, over the dying Young Mistress Shangguan Wulei, and finally, it fell on Shangguan Wuqing, who was close at hand, covered in blood with all four limbs broken.

His brows furrowed slightly.

Then, Jiang Feng raised his eyes, looked at the Snake King not far away whose expression was uncertain, and spoke slowly.

"She is mine; you cannot kill her."

A simple sentence, yet it carried an irresistible tyranny.

Shangguan Wuqing's originally desperate eyes lit up the moment she heard this sentence.

She stared blankly at the back standing on the staff, blocking every fatal blow for her, like a god descending from heaven.

He had finally come; the Chilian Tribe could still be saved!

"King!"

It was unclear who shouted first.

Immediately after, the three remaining Black Cloud Guards struggled to climb up from the ground, used their last ounce of strength, knelt on one knee, and performed the highest etiquette of the Chilian Tribe toward Jiang Feng.

"King!"

Young Mistress Shangguan Wulei, who had fallen in a pool of blood, supported her upper body with her remaining good arm, lowered her incomparably proud head, her voice weak but filled with unprecedented awe.

"King!"

Even Shangguan Wuqing, who had already been reduced to a cripple, struggled and lowered her head.

The entire remaining Bloodline of the Chilian Tribe, at this moment, offered their most devout submission to their new King.

The Snake King stared intently at Jiang Feng, her heart pounding wildly.

Really... someone could actually break through the Seven-Story Holy Tower!

And it was a man!

He had even become the King of the Chilian Tribe!

A chill rushed from the soles of her feet to the top of her head.

Run!

This was the first thought that flashed through her mind.

But looking at the hundreds of troops behind her, looking at the victory within reach, the pride of being the King of the Snake-Person Tribe made her suppress this fear.

The Chilian Tribe was already exhausted; just relying on him alone, even if he really was a god, the Snake-Person Tribe had to take a bite today. Just as the Snake King was about to order another attack.

Jiang Feng, standing on the staff, hooked his mouth into a playful arc and flicked his finger.

Snap!

A crisp snap of his fingers.

The next second.

Rumble.

The heavy stone door at the base of the Seven-Story Stone Pagoda, which had stood for a thousand years, slowly opened!

Six Stone Puppets, over two meters tall and made entirely of black rock, walked out of the tower with heavy steps.

They held giant axes, their eyes glowing red, and exuded an unrivaled Aura from their bodies.

The six Stone Puppets lined up neatly, protecting all the surviving members of the Chilian Tribe behind them.

Before the warriors of the Snake-Person Tribe could react from the shock.

Four more Puppets walked out of the Holy Tower.

These four Puppets were entirely golden, flashing with dazzling golden light, and the Aura they exuded was several times more terrifying than the six Stone Puppets combined!

The ten Puppets stood quietly in front of the Holy Tower, their cold gazes locking onto all the Snake-Person Tribe warriors.

A suffocating sense of oppression enveloped the entire battlefield.

The Snake-Person Tribe warriors who were just eager to try were now trembling with fear, their hands holding weapons shaking, and not a single one dared to step forward again.

Jiang Feng finally shifted his gaze back to the Snake King.

"Snake King, is it?"

He spoke slowly, his tone understated, yet it carried a kind of indifference as if looking down on all living beings.

"I'll give you a chance."

"Take three punches from me, and if you don't die, you may live!"