Taotie was truly formidable; his close combat and reflexive skills were immensely strong.
Facing snaky threats from all directions, dozens of them.
Taotie swung the Mountain Splitter Dagger, executing the Night Battle Eight Directions Hidden Blade Style, the dagger whirling around his neck with a whistling gust of wind, slashing toward every direction.
"Pffft pffft pffft—"
A series of sounds of the blade piercing flesh followed.
In an instant, blood sprayed everywhere.
Snake blood splattered all over Taotie's face.
Severed snakes, split into two parts, fell to the ground.
They twisted their bodies, mouths gaping in a last attempt to bite off a piece of flesh from Taotie before dying.
Taotie sneered coldly, "A bunch of trash!"
Taotie lifted his foot high, and stomped down as if stomping on moles, stepping on each one by one, crushing the severed snake heads into a pulp.
"Come out!"
"What skill is there in lurking in the shadows!"