Nine Dragons Supreme God

"Leader, you and your two strongest men will face the enemy head-on, unleashing your most powerful martial arts, and attack his eyes from three directions."

"Six martial artists at the mid-stage of the Chakra Realm simultaneously attacked the golden python's seven-inch spot from the nine o'clock position."

"The five archers each found a good high point, and all their arrows were shot at its tail."

"The remaining people should be adaptable and ready to fill in at any time."

Mo Yihan spoke slowly and methodically.

"Listen to the young master!" Hulang Mountain shouted in a deep voice. At this moment, only by fighting to the death and burning one's boats could one possibly survive to the end.

"Yes, leader!"

Although they didn't understand why the black-clad youth ordered the archers to shoot at the golden-striped python's tail, the bandits were all willing to risk everything to save their lives.

With Mo Yihan in command, the bandits no longer fought individually as before. Although their coordination was somewhat rusty, they could vaguely sense that it was not as strenuous as before.

"Leopard Fist!" A middle-aged bandit's expression was cold, and his punches were as swift and unparalleled as a cheetah.

"Tiger Soul Blade Technique!" A middle-aged bandit in black exclaimed solemnly. With a leap, he shot forward like an arrow, unleashing a powerful slash aimed directly at the eyes of the golden python.

"Heavy Mountain Blade Technique!" A heavy aura, like that of a mountain, permeated around Jackal Mountain. His eyes revealed killing intent, and he gripped the hilt of his sword with both hands. His slash, like Mount Tai pressing down, seemed capable of shaking mountains and shattering peaks, and was extremely fierce.

The three strongest experts at the Chakra Realm attacked the Crimson Python's weak points from three different directions simultaneously. This caused a hint of fear to flash in the Crimson Python's dark eyes, but it also further enraged its anger and bloodlust.

Just as it opened its blood-red maw, which contained brilliant and scorching flames, the Crimson Python's cold eyes flashed with killing intent. Just as it was about to burn the three tiny humans in front of it alive, six experts at the Pulse Chakra Realm arrived at the same time, striking in unison at the Crimson Python's vital spot, its seven inches!

Surrounded on all sides, the red-striped python had no choice but to twist its body to avoid being hit.

Attack the enemy and save him!

At that moment, numerous bows and arrows were unleashed. The archers, like well-trained soldiers, drew their bows and released arrows of all colors in an instant.

At this moment, even space itself seems to be pierced through.

Five beams of yellow light shot out, and five archers instantly drew their bows again. The second wave of attack followed closely, shooting continuously at the tail of the red-striped python like a rain of arrows.

Before long, three or four arrows were found embedded in the red-striped python's body, along with numerous wounds, from which streaks of blood seeped.

boom! boom! boom!

Meanwhile, the powerful figures in other directions were not idle either. In the dense forest, various martial arts techniques were dazzling and intertwined. Amidst the dazzling light, the bandits led by Jackal Mountain began their counterattack, a life-or-death struggle.

During this period, Mo Yihan also changed tactics at any time according to the changing situation, gradually reducing the bandits' decline, gradually turning the tide, and even later, he subtly gained the upper hand.

Chaos erupted in the forest, yet a pattern could be discerned within it.

Upon witnessing this scene, both Princess Linglong and Lan'er were filled with shock.

Mo Yihan was actually a combat genius. Every attack he directed had a profound meaning. He would either target the opponent's weakness or use a feint to create an opportunity for his comrades to deliver a fatal blow.

Moreover, Mo Yihan seemed to know a great deal about the ferocious beast, the Red-striped Python.

With the help of his subordinates, Jackal Mountain unleashed his full spiritual energy, a flame enveloping his entire body. He then unleashed his most powerful strike with his palm blade.

The red-striped python was restrained by the crowd, its eyes revealing an extremely ferocious look. At this moment, its body was rolling around, determined to kill all the humans in front of it!

In the void, malevolent and spiritual energies crisscrossed, erupting with a thunderous roar that caused the earth to tremble and tear apart.

Jackal Mountain's sharp and intense slash seemed to contain the ultimate power to obliterate everything, unleashing a terrifying strike.

Amidst the furious roar, the massive body of the red-striped python was instantly cleaved in two at its seven-inch mark!

Snake blood splattered everywhere, and the red-striped python, its eyes filled with a fierce and unyielding look, crashed to the ground with a thud.

After the loud tremor, an eerie silence followed.

The bandits were all stunned by the corpse of the red-striped python, finding it hard to believe.

Even they themselves found it hard to believe that they had really killed this third-tier ferocious beast, the Crimson-Striped Python.

"Dead," the young bandit muttered to himself.

Upon hearing this, many of the bandits' eyes revealed a hint of joy, as if they had survived a calamity and walked through the gates of hell.

"May I ask your honorable name, young master?" Hu Langshan asked with a complicated expression, looking towards the black-clad figure on the hill.

"My surname is Mo." Mo Yihan spoke calmly, and with a leap, he landed steadily among several bandits.

"Young Master Mo is indeed a man of great skill; his tactics are truly impressive!"

"If it weren't for Young Master Mo today, we would probably all be meeting the King of Hell."

"Young Master Mo, you are truly our savior!"

Words of admiration, gratitude, and emotion emanated from the mouths of the bandits, and at this moment, no one doubted Young Master Mo's abilities anymore.

"There's something I've never understood," Hu Langshan said, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Young Master Mo, how do you know that the Crimson Python's true fatal weakness lies in its tail?"

“The biggest difference between the Red-striped Python and other snake-like ferocious beasts is that their core is located in their tail,” Mo Yihan said calmly.

“Something doesn’t seem right.” Jackal Mountain frowned slightly, looking puzzled. “I’ve heard before that someone killed a Crimson Python, but its core wasn’t in its tail at all.”

"This is the result of the Red-striped Python's evolution over the years for self-preservation." Mo Yihan's voice remained calm as he looked at Jackal Mountain and said indifferently, "Now, shouldn't you fulfill your previous promise?"

"A promise?" Jackal Mountain's face seemed filled with doubt and confusion: "What promise? I don't remember it at all?"

"I knew this would happen." A cold smile slowly appeared on Mo Yihan's lips, like a poppy blooming: "Jackal Mountain, I advise you to keep your promise and don't provoke me."

"A promise?" Hulang Mountain sneered, "Young Master Mo, you are really naive to make promises to bandits."

"Young Master Mo, to tell you the truth, not only will you not get what you want today, but you will also lose your life here."

Hu Langshan's eyes and words were filled with an extremely intense and sinister killing intent.

"Because you know too much!"