The appearance of the Eight-winged Golden Scale Python startled both Ye Weitian and Qin Wushuang. Others might not have known what an Eight-winged Golden Scale Python was, but the two of them did. However, what they knew was that this creature should be a Snake Centipede—a winged one, at that.
Qin Wushuang figured that with its tiny size, the Eight-winged Golden Scale Python couldn't possibly pose a threat to him. 'Still, it's impressive that Ye Tian managed to tame this Snake Centipede. I wonder how he did it.'
"Ye Tian, you're getting ahead of yourself," Qin Wushuang said. "Sending a newborn Snake Centipede to fight me? You really flatter me!"
"Qin Wushuang, I'll give you one last chance," Ye Tian said, his tone neither heated nor cold. "If you take your men and leave, I might consider letting you off the hook. But if you insist on being this stubborn, the men you brought here will likely be annihilated, and your Qin Family may just disappear from Lisha City."
