Beneath the Martial God, there are the Martial Saints.
Yang Xiaotian had not expected that right after the Azure Thunder Python had endured its Divine Tribulation, a Martial Saint at the peak of his power would arrive.
Moreover, it looked as if the other party had long been lying in wait on the side, not merely passing by chance.
Yang Xiaotian guessed correctly; the newcomer had indeed been lying in wait for a long time.
When the Azure Thunder Python saw the newcomer, its expression changed, "Zhu Jing!"
Zhu Jing stood aloft in the air, looking down at the Azure Thunder Python lying on the ground, gasping for breath, and chuckled, "Old Python, an old friend is here to see you, no need for that face."
The two were indeed old acquaintances.
A hundred years ago, Zhu Jing came to Thunder Lake to obtain the treasure of Thunder Lake and was injured by the Azure Thunder Python.
Previously, Zhu Jing had made several attempts to return, but each time, he fled with injuries.