“Who are you?” The winged python's Martial Emperor's original form was quickly restored, but his aura had significantly weakened. He stared at Wen Wan with anger and uncertainty.

Wen Wan finished the last mouthful of noodles before he gave a slight smile, “Why are you still asking when you know the answer?” As his voice faded, the pair of chopsticks, like two beams of divine light, shot out in the direction of the vital parts of the winged python.

Hit where it hurts. ...