"Awesome, my foot! Where did a giant snake like you come from? Don't tell me that you're the Serpent Orochi from R Nation?" Xu Que turned around and glared at the eight-headed snake.
The eight-headed giant snake stopped for a second before shaking its eight heads, "No, I am the Nine-Headed Snake, or as some would call me, the Nine-Headed Berserk Dragon. I have been here ever since I lost a head. Maybe that's why the legends have gotten passed down wrong."
"You? The Nine-Headed Berserk Dragon? Hear this. My mount's an Ancient Magic Dragon!" Xu Que laughed coldly.
The eight-headed snake was shocked. An Ancient Magic Dragon as his mount? Was this fellow this powerful?
"I advise you to stay put and don't move. Otherwise, you might find yourself dropping a few more heads. Don't blame me if you find yourself looking like the kid with only three strands of hair in Wanderings of San Mao!" Xu Que chuckled as he lightly tapped the blade of the sword in his hand.
