Nine Dragons Supreme God

Looking back at the cracked ground, he broke out in a cold sweat, feeling a wave of fear wash over him.

"Damn it, we were about to succeed, how could we be so unlucky as to encounter such a monster on the outskirts of the Panlong Mountains!"

Before they could even think, the three bandits were severely injured by the red-striped python's attack, coughing up mouthfuls of blood, and it seemed their lives were numbered.

Upon seeing this, the bandits turned ashen-faced, feeling a chill of death creeping up their spines.

Even though this red-striped python is not yet an adult and its cultivation level is only at the third level, it is a ferocious beast belonging to the python king category and contains the bloodline of the python king.

The highest level of cultivation present was that of the ninth level of the Jackal Mountain's Chakra Realm.

The line between him and the red-striped python may seem thin, but in reality, they are worlds apart.

"Do you need help?"

A light, clear voice reached the ears of the bandits, causing a flicker of joy to cross their eyes.

When they saw that on the distant hill stood only a young boy, their despair deepened.

"Kid, are you really that clueless, or are you just pretending? We're facing a third-tier demonic beast, the Crimson-Striped Python!" one of the bandits shouted angrily as he dodged. "Get lost, don't cause us any more trouble!"

From this point on, the bandits continued to fight desperately.

Princess Linglong and Lan'er hid in the shadows, their beautiful eyes flashing.

"I knew this guy would come back."

Upon the appearance of the boy in black, Princess Linglong's brows inexplicably fluttered with a hint of joy.

"It's only because you're our princess from the Western Regions that he came back to save you," Lan'er said, pouting, seemingly quite displeased with the young man in black.

“But it’s no use if he comes back. We’re facing a third-tier ferocious beast, the Crimson-Striped Python. Even if he comes, he’ll only be coming to his death.” Princess Linglong sighed again.

Regardless of the black-clad boy's purpose in returning, she was grateful.

“Miss, why don’t we take advantage of the chaos?” Lan’er asked tentatively, “Hiding here isn’t a solution.”

“No, if we go out, we’ll immediately expose our position, which is too dangerous,” Linglong said decisively.

"We can't escape, and we can't stay either, Miss. What should we do? We've had the worst luck ever!" Lan'er was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan.

"No need?" Mo Yihan shook his head, seemingly a little cold. "If you don't need help, then I'll be leaving now."

Seeing that no one was looking at him, Mo Yihan shrugged and then turned to leave.

"Young master, wait a moment."

A young bandit shouted, "We need your help, young master! We'll reward you handsomely afterwards!"

I'm afraid that within this radius of a hundred miles, there's only this black-clad youth among the living people.

In other words, the boy in black was their only helper.

If he's willing to help, it can at least alleviate some of the pressure. If all else fails, sending him to the front lines as cannon fodder would still be a useful contribution.

"Shen Bin, we're already in enough trouble, why do you have to send a kid to make things worse? Do you want us to die even faster?"

The burly man carrying the golden-backed broadsword said coldly.

"Hey kid, you'd better run while you still have a chance! This is a third-tier demon beast. If you don't leave now, we're all going to die here!" Princess Linglong suddenly shouted at the black-clad boy on the hill.

"Miss, we can't even take care of ourselves right now, how can you have time to worry about others?" Lan'er said discontentedly. "Besides, your shout almost exposed us."

"A third-tier red-striped python is really hard to deal with. Have you guys figured out what to do yet?"

Mo Yihan looked down at Princess Linglong with a casual glance, then asked a question, which made the bandits' eyes flash.

It turns out this kid really knew about the red-striped python, which means he was willing to help and had a certain level of confidence.

It is said that the prodigies of wealthy and powerful families all carry terrifying life-protecting magical artifacts.

Perhaps this is the source of the boy in black's confidence.

"I promise you!" Jackal Mountain finally spoke, a shrewd and cunning glint in his eyes.

"As for repayment, I don't need anything else, just the essence blood of this red-striped python, how about that?" Mo Yihan said calmly, his arms crossed.

Upon hearing this, the bandits present were all startled.

Although the essence blood of ferocious beasts is not as precious as beast cores, it can definitely fetch a good price if it were put on the market.

There were at least forty or fifty bandits. That kid was just there to help with a small favor, yet he made outrageous demands, wanting all the essence blood for himself.

"Young man, isn't your request a bit excessive?" Hulangshan's expression was not very pleasant.

The black-clad youth's actions were clearly extortion and opportunistic.

He has committed evil deeds for many years, and not many people have dared to extort him, and they are all dead. It's just unknown whether this kid will be alive to come and collect the money in the end.

"In that case, farewell." Mo Yihan sighed and shook his head, unconcerned.

This time, however, he did not leave. Instead, he stood proudly on the hilltop, silently watching the earth-shattering battle below, a scene filled with flying dust and blood.

In the void, various martial arts techniques continuously bombarded the body of the Crimson Python, but its skin was exceptionally tough. Despite the bandits' efforts, they seemed unable to inflict any substantial damage on it.

Among the seventy or eighty bandits, only a dozen or so were experts at the Chakra Realm. Even if they joined forces, they would likely still suffer a crushing defeat in the end.

Mo Yihan leaned against the trunk of an ancient tree, looking quite relaxed. He watched the bandits struggle against the Red-striped Python, and even saw them being killed, but his expression remained completely unmoved.

"Young master, I promise you, please lend us a hand!"

Jackal Mountain was already in a sorry state. If he continued to wear himself down like this, he would probably be worn down to death even if he didn't die.

"Alright, then just do as I say." Mo Yihan remained in the same position, showing no intention of doing anything himself.

This nearly made the bandits, who had barely escaped death, spit out a mouthful of blood.

So this kid was just playing with them?

This kid is the first to single-handedly outmaneuver seventy or eighty renowned bandits!

But in a moment of crisis, there was indeed no time to spare for the boy in black.

“Please speak, young master,” Jackal Mountain suddenly said, uttering a statement that even he found absurd.

There was no other way; my life was hanging by a thread, so I had to try anything, even if it was just a desperate measure.

"Men, listen to my command! Do exactly as that young master tells us to make a move. If you disobey, I will hold him accountable!"

"Yes, leader!"

Although many bandits looked down on the boy in black, since their leader had given the order, they had to carry it out. After all, if they kept dragging this out, they would all die sooner or later.

The boy in black had better tell the truth, or he would be skinned alive!