An eerie silence filled the air, broken only by the held breaths of a few individuals and the occasional gentle breeze whispering through unknown corners before disappearing without a trace.

But everyone trusted Chen'er's judgement. He said there was a sound, so it must be true.

After a short silence, “rustle…”.

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Although subtle and a little distant, it was clearly transmitted to the ears of the four.

Everyone fell silent. Left Junmo raised a hand, Luo Fengtang nodded and silently drew his sword, circling to the opposite side of the Baiyu Arch Bridge.

Left Junmo gave Yang Ruqing and Chen'er a gesture, which was to let them mother and son stay put.

Yang Ruqing nodded, supporting Chen'er's shoulder and standing at the door, watching Zuo Junmo quietly come to this side of the arched bridge.

Luo Fengtang and Zuo Junmo stood on either side of the White Jade Arch Bridge. Luo Fengtang wielded a long sword in his hand, a blade steeped in the blood of countless men. It had accompanied him through countless battles, carving a bloody path through mountains of corpses and seas of blood. One could say that the sword and Luo Fengtang were already as one.

At this moment, with the sword in hand, Luofeng Tang held his breath and focused his attention. His handsome face was solemn, and a fierce killing intent surged out powerfully.

Looking again at Zuo Junmo, Yang Ruqing discovered that his weapon was actually a repeating crossbow.

I've seen Zuo Junmo use swords and knives, but that was in ordinary circumstances. In this situation, wielding a crossbow like this must be his most favored weapon, wouldn't you say?

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Speaking of which, Zuo Junmo, in a blue shirt, was holding a repeating crossbow, squinting one eye at the target below Baiyu Arch Bridge. Yang Ruohua thought he resembled a sniper, and the Gatling gun in his hand...

Both men, of such high standing, were on full alert, 'waiting' for the unexpected guest beneath the bridge. This made the air around them tense...

Yang Ruoqing couldn't help but reach out and tug at the collar of her shirt. Just then, a rustling sound came closer and closer, like waves crashing against the shore. The bottom of the bridge was tumultuous.

Left Junmo had already cocked the crossbow in his hand.

A shower of sharp arrows rained down upon the bridge's underside...

The overwhelming sound suddenly disappeared.

The underside of the bridge fell into a strange silence.

Zuo Junmo paused his shooting and gave Luofeng Tang a gesture. Luofeng Tang nodded.

Luofeng Tang arrived at the Baiyu Arch Bridge, raised his sword in hand and lightly tapped the railing. Then, he flipped in place and jumped back to the other side of the bridge.

At the same time, a thunderous roar echoed from under the bridge, and a gigantic white head emerged, its mouth gaping wide towards where Luofengtang had been standing…

Whoosh whoosh whoosh…

Left Junmo's crossbow shot out another volley of arrows.

At the same time, Luo Fengtang let out a roar, leaped into the air, and swung his long sword with fierce momentum towards the white snake...

"My goodness, what is that?" Yang Ruqing on the tower was so shocked her eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

“It’s a snake, a very large white snake!” Chen’er said.

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“Is this snake made of steel? This arrow storm doesn’t seem to be working on it at all!” Yang Ruqing couldn’t help but say, her eyes blinking rapidly as she followed the two fighters and the snake battling on the bridge.

Because of their weapons, Zuo Junmo is a ranged support and Luofengtang, who wields a sword, is a melee fighter.

Zu Junmo's arrow rain rained down on the white snake, nearly all of it blocked by the white snake's rough scales. A layer of arrows fell to the ground, and a few were stuck in the gaps between the scales, but for a giant creature like the white snake, it was like having a few toothpicks stuck in a person's body—completely painless.

While truly restraining the Great Snake was the close-range attacks of Luofeng Tang.

Luo Fengtang's long sword slashed across the snake's body, producing a shrill screech and sparks of fire from the friction.

The white snake was forced back by Luofengtang's attack, her momentum disrupted. Seemingly displeased, the white snake opened its blood-filled maw and roared, unleashing a "Divine Dragon's Tail Sweep".

Luo Fengtang was quick-witted and nimble, leaping to avoid the attack. However, Zuo Junmo, who was drawing his arrows behind him, wasn't so lucky.

He was directly swept away by the snake tail, his body hitting the cliff behind him and rebounding back. His crossbow fell to the ground not far away.

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The white snake's copper-sized green eyes blinked, its scales scraping against the white jade arch bridge as it charged menacingly towards Left Junmo.

Seeing this scene before the pavilion, Yang Ruqing was dumbfounded. Finally, she understood why this arch bridge was so spotless. The large snake passed over it every day, rubbing its body to clean it...

“Oh no, the snake is going to kill Uncle Zuo! I’m going to help him!”

As Chen'er's voice reached his ears, he drew a pair of broken blades from his boots and with a few flips, darted out like lightning. He was so fast that Yang Ruqing couldn't even grab the corner of his clothes.

Left Junmo felt the immense killing intent closing in. When he looked up, he saw the giant snake's blood-stained maw right before him, its green eyes gleaming with ferocity and disdain.

It seems to be mocking them, these ignorant and lowly humans...

The saliva from the giant serpent's maw dripped onto his head and back. It loomed over him, seemingly relishing the feeling of having its prey pinned beneath it, toying with it at will...

Zuo Jun's heart pounded as he flipped a dagger over in his hand, its blade glinting coldly. But before he could plunge it into the serpent's mouth, a muffled "poof" echoed in his ear.

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But it was Luofeng Tang who thrust the long sword in his hand into the serpent's mouth, wedging it between its upper and lower jaws, preventing the serpent, which had intended to bite off Zuo Junmo's head, from closing its mouth.

"Left brother, run!"

Luo Fengtang roared, all his strength concentrated in his arms, propping up the long sword. He could faintly feel that he couldn't hold it for much longer.

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“Dad, I'm here to help you!”

A small figure dashed toward here, jumping onto the head of the big snake.

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Chen'er thrust the double-edged dagger in her hand into the serpent's eye...

“Aw!”

This is a test.

The great serpent's eyes were filled with blood, and it let out a pained howl that grew more frantic.

With a mighty shake of his enormous head, he flung Chen'er away. Chen'er crashed into the big willow tree behind him. Fortunately, he was quick-witted and grabbed onto the drooping willow branches. Despite this, the impact caused him to spit out a mouthful of blood from the shock.

"Chen'er!"

Yang Ruqing exclaimed in surprise, rushing to Chen'er's side and supporting him, letting him lean against the willow tree and slowly sit down.

"Don't worry about me, quickly go and help my father and Uncle Zuo!" Chen'er covered her chest, her face slightly pale.

“That snake’s whole body, both head and back, was hard, almost impervious to swords and guns. Its belly must be relatively soft. Quickly go help!” Chen’er pushed Yang Ruqing’s hand away and said urgently.

Yang Ruoqing turned her head to look behind her. The enraged serpent was already launching a frenzied attack on Luofeng Tang and Zuo Junmo...

As Luofengtang and Zuijunmo were already falling back step by step, it seemed they were about to be overwhelmed.

Yang Ruoqing took out a small white porcelain bottle from her bosom and poured a red pill into Chen'er's mouth. "Rest here for a while, I'll go help your father!"

Chen'er nodded, "Mother, be careful!"

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