130: Chapter 131 Six Months Later, a Battle to the Death!

"Take three punches from me. If you survive, you may live."

Jiang Feng's words were simple and brutal, filled with unquestionable, absolute confidence.

The Snake King gripped her snake-head scepter tightly, her heart constricting.

She could clearly feel that the man before her was completely different from all the powerhouses in the Yunmeng Marsh.

His power was not merely the strength of flesh and blood, but a higher-level force that made her tremble from the depths of her Soul.

Let alone three punches, the single strike that had descended from the sky just moments ago had already caused her Qi and blood to churn, and her arms were still trembling in pain.

If these three punches were to land, she would undoubtedly die.

"You... are you trying to make an enemy of my entire Snake-Person Tribe?"

The Snake King took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the fear in her heart, and spoke in a hoarse voice.

This was her final struggle, trying to use the survival of the entire tribe as a last bargaining chip.

"My Snake-Person Tribe has thousands of clansmen. If they learn that I died here, they will certainly pour out in full force and fight the Chilian Tribe... to the bitter end!"

Jiang Feng, standing atop the magic staff, seemed to have heard some huge joke.

"Are you trying to threaten me?"

Jiang Feng's gaze landed indifferently on the Snake King. Although there was no Killing Intent, it made the Snake King feel a chill shoot straight from the soles of her feet to her brain.

"Do you believe that with just one word from me, you, and all the snake-people here, would be turned into dead snakes in the next second?"

These words were more ruthless than his fists, directly shattering the Snake King's final psychological line of defense.

She looked at those Puppets exuding terrifying auras and knew that Jiang Feng was not boasting. With this group of Puppets here, let alone one Snake-Person Tribe, even if another tribe came, they wouldn't be enough to kill.

"Mother!"

Just then, She Hongying suddenly rushed out, spreading her arms to block in front of the Snake King, facing Jiang Feng directly.

"It's just three punches, right! I'll take them for my mother!"

She held her head high, her hot body trembling slightly from fear, but her eyes were full of a desperate ferocity.

Jiang Feng's gaze finally shifted from the Snake King and landed on this little snake girl.

He raised his eyebrows impatiently.

With just this one movement, a terrifying pressure pressed down directly.

She Hongying only felt her breath hitch, as if the entire sky were pressing down on her, and she couldn't utter a single word of what she wanted to say next.

"Get back!"

The Snake King let out a violent shout, and a gust of wind knocked She Hongying back to her original spot.

"This is not a place for you to speak!"

She turned around, no longer looking at her daughter, but facing Jiang Feng directly. On that face that had always been proud, a look of resignation appeared for the first time.

She slowly assumed a defensive stance.

Begging for mercy was useless, threats were useless, and scheming was useless.

Now, she only hoped that her death could appease this man's anger, and buy a glimmer of hope for the Snake-Person Tribe and for her daughter.

Seeing this, Jiang Feng stopped wasting words.

He slowly raised his right fist.

He threw a punch casually, using only forty percent of his strength for this blow.

The first punch, the wind of the fist whistled.

The Snake King's pupils shrank violently, and she poured all her power into the snake-head scepter in front of her.

However, this King's Scepter, forged from millennial profound iron, imbued with all her strength, and symbolizing the highest authority of the Snake-Person Tribe, couldn't even block it for a moment.

The fist wind swept past, and the King's Scepter began to shatter inch by inch from the head, turning into metal powder filling the sky!

Immediately after, that seemingly ordinary fist force landed solidly on her chest.

Pfft!

The Snake King was hit head-on by a tremendous force and flew backward, spitting out a mouthful of blood while still in mid-air, before slamming heavily onto the ground dozens of meters away.

The entire scene was deathly silent.

All the snake-person warriors were dumbfounded.

That was their King!

That was the King's Scepter, which symbolized the tribe's honor and power!

She couldn't even block one punch?

Jiang Feng withdrew his fist and blew on it gently, as if he had just dusted off a bit of dirt.

"The next punch will cripple your arms!"

His calm voice, in the ears of every snake-person warrior, sounded like their own death knell.

The Snake King on the ground struggled, using her broken ribs to prop up her upper body. A clear fist imprint was deeply indented in her chest, and blood gushed out from the corners of her mouth.

She coughed violently; every breath tugged at her shattered internal organs, bringing heart-wrenching pain.

Looking at that figure still standing on the magic staff, only endless fear and despair remained in her eyes.

Too strong.

This was simply not a power from the same dimension.

Jiang Feng took a step, walked down from the magic staff, and walked slowly toward her.

"Are you ready?"

The Snake King smiled miserably.

Jiang Feng raised his fist.

This time, there was a faint dark golden light on his fist.

"Mother!"

She Hongying let out another shrill scream, desperately wanting to rush over.

But it was already too late.

Jiang Feng's second punch had already been thrown.

The fist landed on the Snake King's crossed palms.

Snap!

The crisp sound of bones shattering inch by inch was clearly audible.

The Snake King's two arms folded backward at an eerie angle, and the stark white bone shards pierced directly through the skin, exposed to the air.

She couldn't even scream; her whole body was forced down by this tremendous power, her knees went weak, and with a "thud," she knelt heavily on the ground, completely losing all ability to resist.

Jiang Feng looked down at the Snake King, who was kneeling before him, gasping for breath.

Then, he raised his third fist.

"The third punch, die!"

For this punch, the dark golden light on his fist became incomparably dazzling, and a pure aura of destruction caused the surrounding air to begin to distort.

Everyone had no doubt that if this punch landed, the Snake King would be left with no corpse.

"No!"

She Hongying, like a madwoman, at the very last moment before Jiang Feng's fist landed, spread her arms and stood resolutely in front of the Snake King.

Using her seemingly delicate body, she formed a final barrier.

The dying Snake King looked up suddenly and saw her daughter blocking in front of her. In those golden vertical pupils that had lost their luster, a final light erupted.

"Get away!"

She used her last ounce of strength to slam her head into She Hongying's back, knocking her daughter stumbling to the side.

This was a mother, before dying, still making the final choice for her daughter.

In a flash of lightning.

Jiang Feng's third punch, which was enough to destroy everything, had a tiny, infinitesimal shift in its trajectory.

The fist grazed the Snake King's scalp and blasted past.

Boom!!!!!!!

A visible white wave of air exploded outward in a fan shape!

A hundred meters away, a small stone mountain over ten meters high was swept by this fist wind; it didn't even last a second before it went "boom" and silently turned into powder filling the sky!

A gust of wind swept across the entire scene, blowing so hard that no one could open their eyes.

When the dust settled.

Jiang Feng slowly withdrew his fist.

The Snake King and She Hongying were still alive.

Only the half of their hair and clothes that had been grazed by the fist wind had completely vanished.

The Snake King knelt paralyzed on the ground, staring blankly at the small stone mountain in the distance that was now gone, her body trembling uncontrollably.

She had survived.

But this fear of having walked along the edge of death was harder to bear than death itself.

"Why..." she asked in a hoarse voice.

Jiang Feng didn't even look at her; instead, he turned around and walked over to Shangguan Wuqing, who was lying paralyzed on the ground.

"True hatred is only interesting when you settle it with your own hands."

He said indifferently.

"I have done what I could; the rest is a matter for you sisters to resolve yourselves."

After finishing, he looked at the terrified Snake-Person Tribe army in the distance, his voice turning cold abruptly.

"Snake-Person Tribe, leave half of your people as prisoners of war. The rest of you, take your King and get lost."

The Snake King felt as if she had been granted amnesty and, with the support of a few personal guards, struggled to stand up.

Just as she was about to order a retreat.

A cold voice, yet filled with monstrous hatred, rang out from behind her.

"Snake King!"

It was Shangguan Wuqing.

She was supported by the remaining Black Cloud Guard; although her limbs were broken and she was in a wretched state, her eyes were frighteningly bright.

She stared fixedly at the Snake King.

"Six months!"

"In six months, I will personally go to your Snake-Person Tribe to fight you. I will use your life to offer a sacrifice to my mother!"