Mu Yuan felt his blood run cold, a chill creeping up the back of his neck. His warning of "Careful!" cracked with fear.
Yet Ling Yan remained unhurried. Turning around, he simply raised his hand and the sword.
The wide blade plunged straight into the giant python's opened maw. Ling Yan's arm moved with his wrist, exerting force. After the initial thrust, he swiftly withdrew the sword, the blade flicked, a flash of light, *shua!*
The python's forked tongue was cleanly severed by Ling Yan and flung away, hitting the nearby stone wall.
The large snake slumped to one side, finally and completely dead.
Mu Yuan's heart pounded wildly. He nearly collapsed onto the ground.
Ling Yan smiled nonchalantly, reaching out to pull him up.
"What's wrong, General? Starved dizzy? Hurry and get the fire starter, I'll grill some snake meat for you."
Mu Yuan cursed Ling Yan inwardly, then cursed himself.
So pathetic.
