When Meng Ke and Baoweir, covered in blood and heavily injured, rushed out, the very next moment, a gigantic triangular head also emerged from the sewer.
Yet after the giant python slithered out completely, it didn't chase after Meng Ke and Baoweir but instead turned its head, gazing at Li Xiaobao who wasn't too far away.
The python's eyes were as large as fists, glowing intensely, its forked tongue flickering, emitting a hissing sound that made one's hair stand on end.
Li Xiaobao, for the first time, saw the full form of the giant python, surprised at how robust this long creature was.
But when he noticed the horn on the python's head, his expression faltered slightly, "Goodness, could this actually be the mythical Jiao?"
"Kid, be careful, it likes the blood of martial artists, looks like it's got its eye on you," warned Duanmu Yang.
"What the heck, it fancies me? Damn, it's quite bold!" Li Xiaobao swaggered, showing no hint of fear.
