Surviving In A Martial Arts World To Become A Saint

Rain threads wove together, shrouding the small island in a hazy mist of water vapor.

The bloody smell sensed earlier grew increasingly dense, mixed with a heart-palpitating violent aura fluctuation.

The two restrained their auras and quietly approached.

Passing through a dense patch of reeds, the scene before their eyes made their breathing catch.

In the center of the small island's clearing, a giant serpent was painfully writhing.

Its body length exceeded ten zhang, its serpent body as thick as a water barrel, covered entirely in blue-black scales. Each scale gleamed with a cold metallic luster, faintly displaying profound patterns.

Even more shocking, its entire body was wreathed in silver snake-like electric lights, crackling loudly, ionizing the surrounding air into a scorched smell.

The dark clouds hanging low in the sky also seemed to be stirred. Rumbling thunder rolled forth, echoing in response to the serpent body's electric lights.

Not far from the giant serpent grew a small tree only as tall as a person.