God Hong

In mere moments, the numerous warriors of the Black Python Clan who were formerly seething with bloodthirsty rage were all routed.

Jian Wushuang's angry roar had struck so great a fear into their hearts that their blood froze. None of them dared to stay and endure his wrath.

"Master Wushuang." Qing Bin went to Jian Wushuang immediately. The rest of the Rock Demon Clan gazed at Jian Wushuang with gratitude and awe.

"Thank you for rescuing us, Master Wushuang." Qing Bin said.

If it were not for Jian Wushuang's help, he and his kin would have been slaughtered by the Black Python Clan.

"Why the hostilities by the Black Python Clan?" Jian Wushuang asked.

"It is as thus."