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Amidst the billowing smoke and dust, Yao Xiaotian's mournful cries gradually faded. His thousand-foot-long python body had already been smashed to pieces, his dark purple scales scattered all over the ground. Only in his turbid python eyes remained a trace of extreme fear and resentment.

Yao Ming suddenly pulled his arms back, slamming the limp python heavily onto the ground, raising a cloud of dust. He stood on the python's vital spot, and with a slight pressure from his foot, the sound of bones cracking could be heard. Yao Xiaotian trembled violently, and his remaining breath weakened even further.

"To let you faint so easily is too good for you." Yao Ming sneered, a wisp of dark battle qi condensed at his fingertips, and pierced straight into Yao Xiaotian's brow.

That wisp of fighting spirit, carrying the chilling power of the Yellow Springs Earth Vein, burrowed into the opponent's consciousness like a maggot clinging to a bone, instantly pinning down that collapsing consciousness.

Yao Xiaotian suddenly convulsed, letting out a hoarse howl. Compared to the previous excruciating pain, the feeling of his soul being frozen inch by inch was even more unbearable for him.

"Who goes there, daring to cause trouble in my Nine Netherworld Serpent Clan! Serpent Guards, seize this man!"

Just as Yao Ming was gripping Yao Xiaotian's snake tail, about to inflict even more cruel torture, a hoarse yet thunderous roar suddenly exploded from the sky.

Immediately, the entire earth vein trembled violently, countless sharp whistling sounds tore through the clouds, and dense black shadows surged in from all directions like dark clouds pressing down.

A powerful and domineering aura surged into the sky, intertwining to form an invisible net. Clearly, the earth-shattering battle between Xiao Ling and Yao Xiaotian had caused such a commotion that it had already alarmed the entire Nine Netherworld Python Clan's core strength.

"They've finally arrived? They're here faster than expected. It seems they were prepared."

Xiao Ling raised an eyebrow slightly, not at all surprised, as he had already thoroughly investigated the surrounding commotion. The Nine Netherworld Python Clan elders and Netherworld Serpent Guards who were rapidly approaching were nowhere to be hidden from his soul perception.

The Nine Netherworld Python Clan sacrificed its pure ancient bloodline in order to forcibly enhance its clan's combat power, and this drawback is now being fully exposed.

Among the powerful figures who arrived, there were many Dou Zun level experts and quite a few Half-Saint level experts, but there were very few Dou Sheng level experts who truly stood at the top of the pyramid. Including Yao Ming who was sealed earlier, there were only three at most.

This weak elite combat power is worlds apart from the other two races among the three major magical beast groups.

The source of that angry shout was an old man with a small crimson snake coiled around his shoulder. His face was ferocious and menacing, but his cloudy old eyes were wide open, filled with undisguised shock and a hint of hesitation, caught between a rock and a hard place.

The reason for this hesitation was actually quite simple: the leading elder had already recognized a face that was etched into his memory.

That sharply defined face was none other than Yao Ming, the former clan leader who had been sealed away by Yao Xiaotian and his treacherous associates hundreds of years ago!

What truly terrified and made him hesitate was the terrifying aura emanating from Yao Ming at that moment, which showed no trace of the weak appearance that came with being sealed.

He couldn't understand how Yao Ming could recover his cultivation to such a level in such a short time, even if he managed to escape by chance.
For a moment, the Grand Elder felt his mind was in complete turmoil. The fierce arrogance he had shown earlier was completely gone, and even the attack that his Nether Serpent Guards were poised to launch was now stuck in a dilemma.

As for Xiao Ling, who was standing to the side, he had already shed his dragon wings and scales, and had returned to his slender human form.

Although the elder also sensed his presence, Xiao Ling never deliberately released any aura. With the elder's perception, he couldn't detect any powerful pressure fluctuations from him and simply regarded him as an ordinary human.

Although he was somewhat surprised as to why a human would appear deep within the Yellow Springs veins, the sudden appearance of Yao Ming was too astonishing. He was already in a state of mental chaos and had no mind left to investigate the origins of an "unremarkable" human.

However, during this brief stalemate, several elders with high seniority and considerable experience within the Nine Netherworld Python Clan finally parted the billowing dust and saw the situation clearly.

When their gazes fell upon Yao Ming's face, which bore a striking resemblance to Yao Xiaotian's, their pupils constricted, and expressions of astonishment and uncertainty flooded their faces. They couldn't help but gasp, exchanging incredulous glances.

Immediately, a chorus of low gasps erupted among the elders, filled with undisguised shock and confusion:

"That...that's Chief Yaoming! Am I seeing things? That face is clearly that of Chief Yaoming, who led our clan hundreds of years ago!"

"How could this be! This is absolutely impossible! Didn't Chief Yao Ming perish hundreds of years ago due to a cultivation mishap that led to demonic possession? The clan even held a grand memorial ceremony for him back then. This matter is absolutely true!"

"What exactly happened? Could it be that the terrifying commotion that shook the entire Yellow Springs Earth Vein and destroyed the world just now was caused by the infighting between the Demon Clan Chief Yao Ming and the current Demon Xiaotian Clan Chief?"

The whispers grew louder and louder, and the tense and chilling atmosphere was instantly thrown into chaos by the astonishment and commotion. Even the Nether Serpent Guards, who were poised to attack, couldn't help but look bewildered, and their attacks subconsciously slowed down.

Hearing the whispers that echoed through the sky, the Grand Elder's mind was instantly thrown into turmoil. The veins on his forehead throbbed, and cold sweat beaded on his palms.

He knew better than anyone that, compared to the current Yao Xiaotian, who was ruthless and only knew how to kill and plunder, the Yao Ming of that time was calm, steady, and cared for his clan, making him the truly suitable candidate to lead the Nine Netherworld Python clan.

Back then, he was blinded by momentary selfishness, which led him to collude with Yao Xiaotian to carry out such a despicable scheme against Yao Ming, sealing him deep beneath the Yellow Springs veins.

If this sordid secret, buried for hundreds of years, is fully exposed today, the day Yao Ming regains his position as clan leader will be the day he is beheaded and his soul is scattered!
Under no circumstances should we allow Yao Ming's identity to be confirmed!

Thinking of this, the First Elder suddenly looked up, a ruthless determination flashing in his eyes. He immediately raised his voice and shouted, forcibly suppressing the panic in his voice, leaving only a fierce but cowardly expression, "Shut up! Don't be fooled by this scoundrel! Chief Yaoming died hundreds of years ago. This person dared to attack Chief Xiaotian, he must be an imposter, deliberately impersonating Chief Yaoming to try to disrupt the morale of our clan and shake our foundation! Elders, listen to my command! Quickly activate the clan's protective formation and kill this person!"

Before he could finish speaking, the Grand Elder vanished from his spot with the speed of a ghost. When he reappeared, he was already in front of Yao Ming like a black lightning bolt. His originally withered and thin hands had turned as black as ink, his nails sharp as hooks, and a nauseating stench suddenly filled the air. The surrounding air seemed to be corroded by this deadly poison, making a sizzling sound.

"Big poisonous palm with dead leaves!"

With a roar, a palm strike, imbued with centuries of malice, slammed straight toward Yao Ming's chest!
"Heh, old man, you think you can pull off a murder-silencing or underhanded trick in front of me with your paltry skills?"

At this critical moment, a tall and slender figure appeared like a ghost, standing firmly in front of Yao Ming. It was Xiao Ling, whom the Grand Elder had previously regarded as nothing.

Faced with the incoming black, poisonous palm, Xiao Ling didn't even raise his palm to resist. He simply casually extended a finger and lightly met it.

The instant their fingertips touched, an overwhelming and unstoppable force erupted. The Grand Elder felt a terrifying force surge into his palm, causing his arm bones to creak. His Dead Leaf Poison Palm, which had condensed his life's poison skills, couldn't even exert the slightest force before it melted away like ice and snow, turning into specks of dark light and dissipating into the air.

Before the Grand Elder could recover from his shock, Xiao Ling slightly raised his hand, and a wisp of crimson flame quietly rose from his fingertip. The flame seemed weak, but it emitted a terrifying heat wave that could scorch the heavens and boil the seas. As soon as it appeared, the surrounding air distorted and steamed, and even the cold yin energy of the Yellow Springs Earth Vein was burned and retreated step by step.

The next moment, the wisp of flame, like a maggot clinging to a bone, suddenly spurted onto the elder's clothes.

"boom!"

With a deafening roar, raging flames instantly erupted from the Grand Elder's body, the crimson flames spreading like wildfire, frantically licking at his limbs and bones. The temperature of the flames was terrifyingly high, and in an instant, they burned away all his clothes, even his blackened hands, which sizzled and emitted a foul stench of burnt flesh.

"what--!"

A piercing scream echoed through the sky. The Grand Elder felt as if he had been thrown into a furnace, every inch of his skin and every bone was being scorched by the flames. The excruciating pain made his vision go black and he almost fainted.

He dared not linger in the fight any longer, desperately channeling his inner energy to create a thick protective shield around himself, and retreated hastily. But the flames were like a leech, clinging to his bones; no matter how much he channeled his energy, he could not extinguish them. Instead, they burned ever brighter, gradually eroding even his protective shield.

The Grand Elder staggered back dozens of feet, his body charred black, his hair singed and falling out, his face covered in hideous blisters—a far cry from his previous haughty demeanor. He stared at Xiao Ling in terror, his voice hoarse and distorted with pain and fear, roaring like a broken gong:

"How...how is this possible! This...how is this possible! How can you, a mere human, possess such terrifying strength! Who exactly are you?!"

He stared intently at the flames raging on his body, his pupils shrinking, his eyes filled with disbelief and horror: "This flame... it's a strange fire! Damn it! You actually possess a strange fire!!"

Fortunately, Xiao Ling's move was merely a casual activation of the strange fire, without using his full strength. The Grand Elder, being a Dou Sheng expert, endured the excruciating pain of burning flesh and frantically circulated all his Dou Qi, finally managing to forcibly dispel the strange fire clinging to his body.

At this moment, however, he looked extremely disheveled. His already sparse hair was burned off, revealing his bald scalp. His robes were reduced to charred shreds hanging on his body, and his exposed skin was covered with hideous blisters. The arrogant and ruthless aura he had just displayed had completely vanished.

The elders and Nether Serpent Guards of the Nine Netherworld Python Clan were horrified by this sight. They gasped in unison, their surprise and disbelief instantly replaced by intense fear.

They were already unsettled by the unexpected resurrection of Yao Ming, and now this unfathomable human powerhouse had suddenly appeared. The Great Elder, a powerful Dou Sheng who held sway over the clan, couldn't even withstand a single move from this human and met such a tragic end.

Among them, the highest cultivation level was only half-saint, and even the Grand Elder was no match for them. If they rashly stepped forward, wouldn't they be like moths to a flame, easily suppressed by the other side?

For a moment, everyone froze in place, exchanging bewildered glances, their eyes filled with panic and helplessness. They dared not advance, yet retreating risked being accused of disobeying orders. The grand formation, which had been poised to unleash its power, remained dormant, no one daring to activate it first, and the entire scene fell into a deathly silence.

Seeing this, Yao Ming felt a chill and immediately came to his senses. He quickly stepped forward and shouted, "Elders, brothers of the Nether Serpent Guard, I am Yao Ming. Please hold your fire!"

He knew all too well how terrifying Xiao Ling's strength was. If his clansmen were to clash with this god of death, the entire Nine Netherworld Python Clan would likely pay a bloody price.

Even though he hated the Grand Elder and Yao Xiaotian to the core and wished he could grind these two traitors to dust, he still had an unbreakable bond with the people who gave him birth and raised him, and with these blood-related clansmen.

The current situation is chaotic. Only by revealing the truth of what happened back then as soon as possible can we stop this pointless struggle and protect the foundation of the entire community.

Seeing the elders' slightly suspicious expressions, Yao Ming knew they still doubted his identity. Without further hesitation, he opened his mouth and a condensed black light shot out, drawing a sharp arc in the air before transforming into a black scepter about half a zhang long, which landed steadily in his palm.

The scepter was jet black, with dense ancient python patterns engraved on its shaft, shimmering with a faint, chilling luster.

At the top of the staff, two lifelike black snakes are intertwined, their scales clearly visible and their fangs menacing, as if they might devour someone at any moment. Between the two snakes' brows, a fist-sized black bead is embedded, within which a dark light seems to flow, emitting a faint, chilling glow that can intimidate even the most valiant blood.

"Elders, do you recognize this thing?"

Yao Ming's voice was steady and powerful, carrying an undeniable authority that instantly drew the attention of the Nine Netherworld Python Clan elders and Netherworld Serpent Guards who were struggling with whether to fight to the death. (End of Chapter)