Rebirth of the Supreme Immortal Emperor
Chapter 286 - 286 284 Indian Snake King Third Midnight Update

286: Chapter 284: Indian Snake King [Third Midnight Update] 286: Chapter 284: Indian Snake King [Third Midnight Update] The death of Heluo was immediately communicated to the Indian Snake King.

At that time, he was in a temple, engaged in a game of chess.

The person he was playing against was a Dharma King of the Indian Brahmin, named Xiba.

When the Indian Snake King heard of his disciple Heluo’s horrific death at the hands of a Huaxia person, he just slightly furrowed his brow.

Moreover, his brow smoothed out quickly.

For a mighty figure like him, the death of a disciple was no different than the death of a dog.

However, when he heard that the Huaxia youth had a golden Spiritual Snake, his black pupils immediately flickered with an intense glow, and even the chess piece in his hand was excitedly dropped onto the board.

This was the first time Dharma King Xiba saw the Snake King lose his composure.

He stroked his greyish-white beard and said with a smile, “Snake King, it seems you need to take a trip to Huaxia!”

The Snake King pondered for a moment and said in a hoarse voice, “I haven’t been there for a long time, it’s indeed a good opportunity to go out and take a walk!”

The Northwest Dharma King said, “Huaxia is a mystical country, filled with heroes.

I heard that recently there has emerged a youthful hero named Immortal Master Li.

You must be careful not to capsize in the gutter!”

The Snake King waved his hand dismissively and sneered, “Those are just the Huaxia people boasting and spreading rumors.”

“Looking back over the last fifty years, only a Li Lingtian in Huaxia could barely catch my eye, all others are like dry bones in a tomb, unworthy of concern!”

After speaking, he stood up, pointed to the unfinished chess game, and said, “Dharma King, when I return from Huaxia, we shall play again!”

Dharma King Xiba wanted to caution him further, but seeing the Snake King so arrogant, he swallowed back the words that reached his lips.

“Take care, Snake King.

I will wait for your return, and we shall play again!”

Though he said this, Dharma King Xiba couldn’t shake an ominous premonition.

This journey of the Snake King might be fraught with more danger than fortune.

…

Sixty li to the east of Lingnan District there is a mountain called Luofu Mountain.

The mountain is majestically spectacular, with lush evergreen vegetation, tall and ancient trees, and cascading waterfalls—a place abundant with Spiritual Power.

Liu Bowen, the great Master of Destiny from the Ming Dynasty, once ascended Luofu Mountain twice and composed a poem in praise: “A True Dragon lies across Luofu’s peaks, a hundred li of lofty spirit surges.”

At this moment, on the summit, a tall figure stood with hands behind his back, gazing into the distant mist.

The figure was none other than Li Chen.

At noon, he received a challenge from the Indian Snake King, proposing a life-and-death duel on Luofu Mountain at ten o’clock that night.

Li Chen looked up at the cold moon in the sky and murmured to himself, “On a night with a dark sky and a strong breeze, it’s the perfect time for killing!”

Suddenly!

At that moment, a cold wind blew and the leaves rustled.

“Sss, sss!”

Little Dragon, coiled around Li Chen’s shoulder, was hissing and flicking its tongue, emitting a series of warning sounds.

Li Chen gently patted its flat head to indicate it should remain calm.

“Whoosh!”

A dark shadow passed through the woods like a ghostly specter and rushed over.

Li Chen twisted a fallen leaf and flung it into the air.

Seeing the approaching leaf, the shadow did an aerial jump, landing atop a crooked pine tree.

Using the cold moonlight, Li Chen could finally make out the “true face of Mount Lu” of the newcomer.

To be precise, this was not a human, but a Snake Woman.

The so-called Snake Women, although they have human body structures, cannot be considered human in some sense.

More accurately, they are murder machines nurtured by humans, practically devoid of independent consciousness, executing their master’s commands unconditionally.

Of course, raising a Snake Woman is no easy task, and not just anyone can do it.

First, one must find a girl with an exceptional physical constitution, and she must be no older than three years old, then lock her in a cage full of wild snakes since childhood.

Young children have strong learning and imitation abilities.

They see venomous snakes from a young age and learn to crawl and attack like them.

It takes approximately seven years to train a qualified Snake Woman.

However, out of a hundred girls, barely one can survive these seven years.

Many girls are either eaten alive by ravenous snakes or die of freezing, starvation, or even being violently killed or poisoned by the snakes.

The training methods are horrendous beyond description.

It has been designated by the international community as a crime against humanity and is strictly prohibited.

But if one successfully trains a Snake Woman, with the agility of a venomous snake and human killing techniques, their assassination and attack capabilities are terrifyingly efficient, unpredictable, and indefensible.

This is precisely why some international assassin organizations are fond of raising this type of killing tool.

However, successes are rare.

The cost of raising a Snake Woman is excessively high; even an investment of hundreds of millions might not guarantee success.

Looking internationally, perhaps only the notorious Indian Snake King is capable of raising such excellent Snake Women.

Li Chen examined the Snake Woman from head to toe and asked coldly, “Where is your master?”

The Snake Woman tensed her body, poised to attack.

Her green eyes shone under the moonlight like the ghastly Ghost Fire over a chaotic graveyard in summer, sending chills down one’s spine.

Li Chen glanced at the Snake Woman and remarked indifferently, “That’s quite a nice outfit you have, quite individualistic!”

Having heard Li Chen praise her clothes, the Snake Woman’s expression froze momentarily.

It was at this moment that Li Chen realized, with surprise, that what the Snake Woman wore was not clothes, but body paint.

The body paint depicted a pattern of snake skin.

From neck to ankle, her entire body was painted.

But honestly, whoever painted the snake skin possessed true artistic talent.

The painting was so lifelike, it was hundreds of times better than the so-called painting experts and masters in our country.

Li Chen’s gaze lingered for two seconds below the Snake Woman’s neck.

Regrettably, that area was completely flat, flatter than even his own, a fact that couldn’t help but provoke a twinge of disappointment in him.

“I’ll ask you one last time, where is your master?”

The Snake Woman still didn’t speak, flicking her forked tongue in and out, which was exceptionally eerie.

Li Chen’s final ounce of patience was thoroughly exhausted.

“Refusing to speak, then go to hell!” he declared.

Before the words were fully spoken, Li Chen made a finger knife and unleashed a Sky Breaking Slash.

Seeing Li Chen’s hand swing down, the Snake Woman’s body arched sharply, rapidly springing into the thick woods.

“Who dares to leave a person alive till the fifth watch if I want him dead by midnight?”

After a thunderous shout, a Death Vortex formed above Li Chen’s palm.

“Come to me!”

Suddenly, the Snake Woman’s body, as if attracted by a giant magnet, moved uncontrollably toward it.

In this critical moment, a fierce palm strike, like an Ancient Great Mountain, came roaring through the air.

Li Chen’s figure flashed in midair, narrowly dodging the attack.

Then, he fixated on the newcomer and said, “Snake King, you’re late!”

The Indian Snake King’s body was also painted with the pattern of a python, and around his neck hung a venomous snake as large as a bucket, with stripes of black and red intertwined.

Unlike other venomous snakes, this one had two heads—a famous two-headed snake from the Indian Temple.

The Indian Snake King’s green eyes slightly narrowed, and with a smug, unwelcoming smile, he said, “The Huaxia Immortal Master Li is indeed as renowned as they say.

After Li Lingtian, Huaxia finally has another person worthy of my attention.

Such joy, such celebration!”

Li Chen, with a sidelong glance, carefully sized up the infamous Indian Snake King, and said coldly, “I may have caught your eye, but unfortunately, you don’t catch mine in the slightest.”

Hearing Li Chen utter such bold words, the Indian Snake King became furious and shouted, “You Huaxia brat, don’t assume that just because you have some Divine Skills, you can be disrespectful.

In my eyes, you are nothing!”

…

A book recommendation from a brother: [Urban Extraordinary Medical God].

If you’re interested, give it a read.

Thank you!