Swallowing the iron coin, worth 8 gold, 5 silver, and 7 copper, which contained all of Leon’s savings, and biting it into pieces with a click, the purple-black python raised its head slightly. Looking down at the trembling little red snake, it coldly said,
"In the teachings of the Scales Gold Sect, we do not advocate forcing others to make deals, but using such worthless items as offerings is an insult to the Snake Spirit.
Foolish blasphemer, I hope you’ll think carefully and make a wiser judgment to present more valuable items to the Snake Spirit, like your beloved..."
A large swath of silvery liquid metal exploded between the two... two snakes, tearing the trunk-thick purple-black python to shreds with needle-like liquid metal, even the three-headed Serpent Crown it wore wasn’t spared, sliced in two by a suddenly solidified cursed silver blade!
*You filthy dog... If you didn’t want it, give it back to me! Why did you bite it into pieces?!*
Seeing the mottled snake quietly appearing in the center of the altar and knowing Senior Tom was ready, the furious Leon, who had lost all his savings, struck out, controlling the cursed silver from the butt of Senior Pioni to instantly tear apart the damned Poison Sphere Python before him!
"This isn’t right! You’re not a follower!"
Reviving from the altar’s center using its stored life span, the suspicious Bishop Serpent shouted sharply, the restored three-headed Serpent Crown on its head hissing coldly. A formless soul storm suddenly whipped up.
The storm swept through directly to the souls, and the snake followers standing between Leon and the Bishop Serpent fell like wheat under a scythe.
Separated from the snake bodies granted by the hidden temple, the original human souls of the snake followers were directly wrenched from their bodies, enduring a thousand cuts–like tearing within the fierce, sharp storm, letting out heart-wrenching screams from their souls.
Yet just as the soul storm from the Serpent Crown hit Leon, about to rip his soul from his body, a rooster’s crow sounded from above the altar, instantly dissipating the fearsome storm that carried hundreds of souls!
*What’s going on... what is that?!*
The Bishop Serpent, in disbelief, watched a Serpent Eagle suddenly appear amidst the rooster crow, biting the white snake head on the Serpent Crown.
No sooner had it reacted than a gray-brown honey badger agilely climbed onto its head, biting the black snake head accurately. A small, sharp-nosed, short-haired yellow weasel crept up from behind it, tore at the last gray snake head savagely!
Under the predation of these inexplicably appearing predators, the divine three-headed Serpent Crown on the Bishop Serpent was shredded without a sound, neatly devoured by the three predators, leaving not a trace.
The Bishop Serpent roared in anger, forcibly shedding the snake form bestowed by the hidden temple, growing human arms, and reached for the slowest-hiding Serpent Eagle, intending to reclaim the swallowed Serpent Crown.
But the Serpent Eagle, with a wingspan of more than a meter, disappeared instantly, leaving only a few broken gray feathers. A gigantic rooster’s beak, over thirty meters wide, pierced the false clouds at the temple’s top, pecking directly at the monster python below with human arms!