1222 Be a Good Kid, My Little Disciple, Don’t Run!

A strange expression could be seen on Meng Hao's face, but before he could say anything, the Daoist priest glared at the surrounding disciples of the Righteous Noble Sect.

"What are you standing around for? Can't you see that your Elder Uncle is being bullied!? Why aren't you helping him?!" The Daoist priest stamped his foot down, causing the air to rumble. The disciples of the Righteous Noble Sect exchanged wry, helpless glances.

The old man who was the leader of the bunch appeared to be on the verge of tears. He let out a long sigh, unsure of whether or not to attack Meng Hao.

Even as he was going back and forth about what to do, the sound of a whistle could be heard high up in the sky. As it echoed out, all of the snakes on Planet Luo River hissed loudly.

The sound echoed about, and the clouds churned, revealing numerous Cloud Pythons swirling through the air toward Meng Hao.