Fighting: I am Han Feng, I respect my teacher

The Grand Elder remained silent.

Poisonous mist began to emanate from his palm, and a phantom-like figure, resembling a ghostly wail, emerged from behind him.

"You won't listen to reason, so here comes the punishment! Let me show you the might of the Nine Netherworld Python Clan!"

Swish!

The Grand Elder vanished from his spot in an instant, then struck Han Feng with a palm strike from a tricky angle.

A potent poison resides in the palm; if it strikes Han Feng, it will quickly take root in his body and continuously devour his fighting spirit.

Han Feng turned around and exchanged a palm strike with him, unleashing a surge of fighting spirit that sent him flying.

Deng Deng Deng!

After landing, the Grand Elder took several steps back to regain his balance; he had been at a disadvantage in this exchange.

However, a triumphant smile appeared on the elder's face.

"I've been infected..."

The first attack is always the best time for a surprise attack.

If you wait until the other party comes to their senses, it will be much harder to use poison.

"You have already been poisoned by the Great Withered Leaf Nether Poison of my Nine Nether Earth Python Clan. If you use your battle qi again, the poison will spread throughout your body. At that time, even if you are a Battle Saint, you will not be able to escape from this Nether Serpent Mountain Range!"

The Grand Elder gave a cold laugh: "It's not too late to retreat now."

He discreetly hid his trembling right hand behind his back.

Although his wicked scheme had succeeded, Han Feng's domineering fighting spirit far exceeded his expectations.

With just one palm strike, he almost crippled his entire arm.

This person's strength is definitely above my own.

If we push him to the brink, I certainly won't be able to withstand the power he unleashes before he dies.

Han Feng smiled slightly, raised his palm, and looked at the black poison gas in his palm.

"This is a good stuff. It's called Great Withered Leaf Nether Poison, right?"

His powerful battle aura enveloped the poison, and a dark green strange fire power flowed slowly, easily forcing the poison out.

A few drops of black liquid floated in mid-air, exuding a chilling and deathly aura.

"Before obtaining the Emperor Python's Heart-Eating Poison, acquiring other rare poisons would also be a good option."

"you you!"

The elder stared in fear at the flame in Han Feng's hand.

"Netherworld Poison Fire!"

As we all know, different strange flames have different abilities. Some strange flames do not have a direct and significant effect on enhancing combat power. For example, the fifth-ranked Flame of Life has almost no means of attack, but it is the strongest strange flame in terms of healing.

Similarly, when it comes to controlling toxins, the Netherworld Poison Fire is undoubtedly the most outstanding among all the strange fires.

"It's my turn."

Han Feng lowered his hand, but a sense of impending death rose in the Grand Elder's heart.

"Heavenly Origin Palm!"

Heaven and Earth Suppress!

boom!

A white palm print pressed down on the Grand Elder. The terrifying power caused the Grand Elder to subconsciously transform into his true form, attempting to use his size advantage to support the palm print.

However, in the next instant, the palm print transformed into a millstone, slowly rotating.

The sound of the millstone was like a death knell, and the elder felt the burden on his shoulders growing heavier and heavier.

He never imagined that he, a dignified one-star Dou Sheng, would be forced into such a predicament by the opponent in a single move.

"Netherworld Poison Fire, All Poisons Return to Their Origin!"

Han Feng suddenly appeared behind the Grand Elder. A flash of green poison light appeared at his fingertips, and he quickly pointed it at the Grand Elder's back.

"what?"

The Grand Elder never expected that such a powerful figure would attack him from behind.

Of course, even if he noticed it, he wouldn't be able to dodge this move under the suppression of the Qiankun Millstone.

"what!!!"

The power of the Netherworld Poison Fire began to penetrate the scales on the Grand Elder's back.

His years of training in poison techniques had allowed him to extract various rare poisons from his body, one by one.

"You have quite a few toxins in your body. Let me remove them all for you."

The Netherworld Poison Fire in Han Feng's hand transformed into a gigantic maw, devouring all the strange poisons.

The elder's eyes were filled with terror. He cultivated poison techniques, and if his poison power were destroyed, he would need to cultivate for at least another hundred years to return to his current level.

"Do not!!!"

The rising green flames filled the elder's vision.

Feeling the poison in his body rapidly weakening, he finally made up his mind.

A powerful surge of battle energy churned within his body, creating a violent repulsive reaction.

"Want to blow yourself up?"

Han Feng smiled gently.

"This is not okay."

The power of the strange fire condensed into spikes, which pierced through the scales and touched the fighting spirit that triggered the self-destruction.

Han Feng activated his soul power, and a vast power merged into one.

Controlling energy to prevent it from exploding is a skill that alchemists are most familiar with.

Wow!

The aura of self-destruction within his body was calmed down.

The elder suffered a backlash; his entire snake body was struck as if by lightning, and his eyes revealed deep resentment.

Even self-destruction... is beyond their control?

Han Feng swiftly killed him with a single palm strike, extracting his soul and demonic core while preserving his complete Dou Sheng body.

"I never imagined that my combat power after becoming a saint in this life would be so terrifying."

This was Han Feng's first battle against an opponent of the same level since becoming a saint.

In his previous duel with Qinglong, Han Feng was completely crushed, making him almost forget that he was a Dou Sheng.

Now, as he faced off against the Grand Elder of the Nine Netherworld Python Clan once again, Han Feng realized just how strong he had become.

In my previous life, defeating a one-star Dou Sheng, even with an advantage in cultivation level, would not have been an easy task.

Han Feng turned to look at the battlefield on the other side.

"It's almost over."

In the initial stages of the duel between the two brothers, Yao Xiaotian clearly had the upper hand, but as the battle progressed, Yao Ming gradually turned the tide.

Yao Xiaotian had obviously noticed this trend as well, and a sense of dread inexplicably arose in his heart.

There was quite a commotion coming from the Grand Elder's side just now, but how come it subsided so quickly?

Yao Xiaotian dared not look, nor was he qualified to look.

Yao Ming's attacks had begun to become more aggressive, and there were even signs that he was being overwhelmed.

All of this was thanks to the pill Han Feng gave him.

If it weren't for the exceptionally good effect of that pill, Yao Ming would still be recovering his fighting spirit and unable to make a move.

The value of this elixir alone is already comparable to countless treasures.

Chapter 265 Underworld Demon Saint

Just as the battle was getting fiercer, a large number of snake soldiers appeared in the Nether Serpent Mountains where the Nine Netherworlds were located.

Among them were a giant black python in its original form, a Sky-Stepping Fighting Master who had transformed into a human, and a snake-man who was half snake and half human and wielded weapons.

These serpentine magical beasts belonging to different tribes are not all pure Nine Netherworld Pythons; some of them also possess other bloodlines.

However, this is an inevitable result of the large-scale reproduction of the Nine Netherworld Python Clan. Putting aside everything else, even the royal family of the Nine Netherworld Python Clan would not only reproduce with their own kind. Yao Xiaotian's harem contains various kinds of high-level bloodline-transformed magical beasts.

A dark mass of troops swept in, plunging the entire mountain range into shadow.

They watched the two fighting in the sky and were about to form a formation to help their current clan leader, Yao Xiaotian. However, some of the older elders noticed that the other person fighting Yao Xiaotian looked somewhat familiar.

"and many more!"

Some tribal chiefs quickly waved their hands to stop their subordinates from attacking.

"That's... Chief Yaoming, how is that possible?"

"Wasn't he already possessed by a demon and dead?"

As the elders discovered that their chieftain's opponent was the previous chieftain, they dared not make any rash moves.

Among the Nine Netherworld Pythons, only Yao Ming could fight Yao Xiaotian to such an evenly matched degree.

Not to mention the fighting techniques and methods the opponent is currently displaying, which are the closely guarded secrets of the Nine Netherworld Python Royal Family.

Yellow Springs Finger, Yellow Springs Palm, Yellow Springs Seal.

The elders couldn't imagine anyone being able to pull off such a disguise.

After a moment of silence, one of the elders suddenly raised his weapon.

“Our clan leader is His Majesty Xiaotian. The previous clan leader has been dead for a hundred years. This person must be using a secret method to disguise himself.”

"Clan members, heed my command! Form ranks and charge!"

The snake soldiers under the elder's command immediately began to form a battle formation.

Most of them were newcomers who were unaware of the Demon's Shadow, but they held their direct superiors in high esteem.

Swish!

A black spear materialized above the battle formation, and as the Dou Zun realm elder activated it, it unleashed a powerful aura and shot towards Yao Ming.

"stop!"

Another elder stepped forward and struck at the black spear, trying to stop the attack.

However, the strength of one person is still somewhat weaker than that of an entire army.

The black spear trembled slightly before continuing its flight.

While Yao Ming was engaged in combat, he sensed an attack coming from outside the arena, forcing him to divert his energy to fight back.

Although he destroyed the black spear with just one palm strike, that one missed opportunity gave Yao Xiaotian a chance to launch a continuous attack.

Yao Ming's eyes were cold as he silently continued to parry, looking for an opportunity to counterattack.

Yao Ming was all too familiar with the aura emanating from the black spear.

My dear people...

Are you so sure that after hundreds of years, you've chosen someone else without hesitation?

Even if it's just for show, or just a little leniency, that would be fine.

The killing intent emanating from the black spear just now was truly pure.

Yao Ming felt somewhat disappointed.

Although he was somewhat prepared, when he emerged from the depths of the underworld after hundreds of years of torment, he found that all the once loyal elders had surrendered to the treacherous villains who had betrayed him.

This kind of sorrow is beyond words.

Yao Ming's hatred for killing Yao Xiaotian grew stronger.