Lin Zhan looked at the Eight-Headed Serpent and said, "Don't try to pull that with me. See all these gashes? I've cut them all off, what's one more for you?"
The Eight-Headed Serpent glanced at the pit full of corpses and shivered, remembering that this kid was a notorious fiend. He had just wiped out millions without batting an eye; he was an outright, bloodthirsty killer.
Moreover, seeing the kid's slight excitement, he figured this guy was at least a perverted killer of the Yulongyan level.
Then, the Eight-Headed Serpent transformed into human form and looked pitifully at the Black Dragon King, saying, "Second Master, you have to say something. This brat is too much of a monster. I didn't even offend him, and he wants to pluck my gall bladder to soak in wine. What kind of unruly child does something like that?"
The Black Dragon King, playing the good cop to Lin Zhan's bad cop, said, "Little snake, you dare curse this kid? You're done for this time. This kid is the sole descendant of the Tang family, a descendant of Emperor Yan, the God of Fire, and also a successor of Yulongyan. You've truly sealed your own doom this time."
The Eight-Headed Serpent was dumbfounded upon hearing this: "Holy hell, Emperor Yan was Emperor Yao's half-brother, the one who controlled Mars! Don't you—"
"Uncle, thank you."