Before he had finished his sentence, Wang Hao, carrying the Whale Slaying Knife, leaped into the pond.
Now, in the cold winter, the pond water was icy and chilling to the bone.
Nevertheless, Wang Hao paid no heed, lifted his knife, and slashed toward the Water Python.
Although the Water Python greatly feared the weapon in Wang Hao's hand, even a clay figure has a temper, let alone it, the overlord of the waters?
"Hiss, hiss..."
The Water Python flicked its crimson tongue and, with its colossal body like a mountain collapsing into the sea, rolled towards Wang Hao.
Rearing up halfway, the Water Python stood over ten meters tall, almost three or four stories high.
Compared to it, Wang Hao, who was only 1.8 meters tall, looked as tiny as an ant!
However, in Wang Hao's sharp and swordlike eyes, there was no trace of fear.
