This breath came so unexpectedly, avoiding the detection of many experts from the six major tribes, even Shi Xiaole had not sensed it in advance.
But Shi Xiaole was not panicked, "Who are you, and why do you want to kill me?"
"The dead don't need to know the answer."
The figure, like a ghost, had not finished speaking when it already entered Shi Xiaole's tent, unleashing a poison snake palm strike filled with tremendous tearing force.
As the third son of the old chieftain of the Soaring Snake Tribe, Shen Ying was responsible for traveling among the tribes to exercise supervision, preventing any outsiders from rising up.
Previously, with the deterrence of the Divine Dragon Tribe, the Soaring Snake Tribe did not dare to be too reckless, but now that the Divine Dragon Tribe had fled, there were naturally not many concerns.
