Fighting: I am Han Feng, I respect my teacher

However, he appeared increasingly calm.

During their exchange, Yao Xiaotian met Yao Ming's eyes, which seemed to be looking at a dead man, and his heart immediately tightened.

"ended."

Yao Ming said softly.

Endless power from the underworld gathered in the sky, and he spat out a ball of light from his mouth. The ball of light emitted a dazzling light and eventually transformed into a scepter, which fell into Yao Ming's hand.

Nine Netherworld Staff!

The appearance of this staff shocked all the snakes present.

"It's the Nine Netherworld Staff!"

The sacred artifact inherited by the Nine Netherworld Python Clan.

Only the patriarchs of each generation are qualified to inherit it.

"what!"

When Yao Xiaotian saw the Nine Netherworld Staff in Yao Ming's hand, he was shocked.

He searched the entire Nine Nether Palace but couldn't find it, and his interrogation of Yao Ming yielded no results.

I originally thought that Yao Ming had hidden this thing in some remote corner, but I never expected it to be on him.

With the Nine Netherworld Staff now in use, everything becomes clear.

Yao Ming was the previous patriarch of the Nine Netherworld Python clan; he did not die!

All the elders bowed down, showing their submission to the demon.

If the reason for not taking a stand before could be attributed to concerns about someone impersonating Yaoming, there is no reason for it now.

If we don't quickly correct our position, we will certainly be purged in the future.

The elder who had attacked Yao Ming earlier turned pale instantly.

He looked at the other elders kneeling on the ground and cursed them inwardly for being spineless.

Especially those who were originally firmly on Yao Xiaotian's side, but immediately switched sides after seeing the Nine Netherworld Staff.

"Clan Chief Xiaotian, you must have another trick up your sleeve! You must win!"

The elder prayed in his heart.

However, this prayer was destined to fail. Before Yao Ming held the sacred artifact, he fought Yao Xiaotian to a standstill. After holding the sacred artifact, the outcome was self-evident.

The many Netherworld Pythons had considered this point, which is why they immediately submitted.

In mid-air, Yao Xiaotian retreated repeatedly.

"Yellow Spring Finger!"

"Underworld Palm!"

He unleashed a Heavenly Rank combat technique, forcefully striking at Yao Ming.

Yao Ming raised the Nine Netherworld Staff and pointed it forward.

"Nine Netherworld Domain!"

hum!

The realm of laws has opened.

With the blessing of the sacred artifact, the power within the domain was enhanced to its maximum.

The Yellow Spring Finger and Yellow Spring Palm techniques both stopped in mid-air, and with a forceful clench of Yao Ming's fist, they shattered with a deafening roar.

Yao Xiaotian suffered a backlash and was sent flying backward.

Before he could even react, a snake-mouthed staff came crashing down on his head.

boom!

Yao Xiaotian couldn't dodge in time, and half of his head was smashed.

"what!"

He screamed in agony; the pain jolted his soul back, instantly restoring some of his strength, and he quickly retreated.

At this moment, Yao Xiaotian had lost half of his head, looking quite miserable and wretched.

His cultivation as a Dou Sheng still allowed him to continue, but the elegant and composed demeanor he had displayed before was gone.

Without the slightest hesitation, Yao Ming struck again after his first successful attack.

boom!

The Nine Netherworld Staff unleashed its immense power, tearing through the air as it struck.

A sense of impending death rose in Yao Xiaotian's heart.

His body suddenly swelled, and in the blink of an eye, he transformed from a human into a giant, pitch-black python.

The Nine Netherworld Staff struck Yao Xiaotian's black scales, instantly exploding into a cloud of blood mist.

Even a Dou Sheng's defense would struggle to withstand such power.

Yao Xiaotian let out a mournful howl.

"Brother, I was wrong, please spare my life!"

The frantic loss of blood in his body made even Yao Xiaotian, who had cultivated the Yin Netherworld Qi, feel cold.

That was the chill of depleted blood and dying life.

For Warcraft, the power of bloodlines is very important.

If their bloodline power is depleted, their combat strength will drop significantly.

Yao Xiaotian feigned a pitiful look at Yao Ming, but secretly he was gathering his strength, wanting to replicate his heroic sneak attack from back then.

However, he underestimated Yao Ming's hatred.

Even if Yao Ming was a qualified elder brother back then, after hundreds of years of torment, that brotherly affection had long since vanished.

Yao Ming raised the Nine Netherworld Staff expressionlessly, showing no mercy, and struck Yao Xiaotian's vital spot.

The powerful force instantly destroyed Yao Xiaotian's heart, spine, and meridians, and even knocked out his demonic core.

Yao Xiaotian stared blankly at Yao Ming, then slowly collapsed.

boom!

The enormous python's body crashed into the Yellow Springs, stirring up a sky full of waves.

Yao Ming stared silently at Yao Xiaotian's corpse, remaining motionless for a long time.

it's over......

Despite having avenged his great grudge, Yao Ming felt no joy whatsoever.

It's never something to be proud of for brothers to fight each other.

Killing one's enemies is merely a way to vent one's anger.

Apart from that, there is only a sense of emptiness and bewilderment.

"Greetings, Chief Yaoming!"

The Nine Netherworld Pythons below bowed their heads in submission.

Yao Ming glanced indifferently at the crowd, his superior position allowing him to easily see the whole scene.

But Yao Ming had already seen something deeper just now.

The people below dared not look up, feeling the oppressive air above them, even their breathing slowed down.

"Get up, leave the Dark Serpent Mountains first, and wait outside."

Yao Ming issued his first order since his return.

The elder who had attacked Yao Ming earlier was overjoyed. Could it be that Chief Yao Ming had let him go?

However, before he could even get up, a vicious finger mark pierced through his body.

Yao Ming casually struck and killed a "rebel".

He glanced around, his indifferent gaze seeming to be a warning to every member of the snake clan.

"This matter ends here. When I get back, I don't want to hear the name Yao Xiaotian again."

"Yes."

The swarming snake soldiers retreated.

Yao Ming's words were simple: he wanted to tell all his clansmen that Yao Xiaotian was dead and that Yao Ming had returned.

A moment later, after all the snake soldiers had left the Dark Serpent Mountain Range, Yao Ming came to Han Feng's side and knelt down to pay his respects.

Han Feng slightly raised his hand.

"You are the head of a clan and a powerful Saint-level expert. There is no need for you to compromise your dignity for the sake of empty formalities."

A hint of gratitude appeared in Yao Ming's eyes.

"Thank you so much, benefactor, for allowing me to avenge myself."

"Now that the hatred is settled, you should manage the Nine Netherworld Python Clan well and not let your strength fall behind. When I come again in the future, I don't want to see you standing still."

Han Feng said.

"There's no need for you to say more about this, my benefactor. I will also strive to improve my cultivation."

Yao Ming responded.

"When does my benefactor plan to leave?"

"I was planning to leave anyway, and I didn't intend to stay long. Please take good care of Jiuyou Fengyan for me, and you can handle the rest yourself."

"My benefactor, could you stay for a few days?"

"Speak directly if you have something to say."

Yao Ming nodded.

"Our Nine Netherworld Python Clan possesses a supreme treasure called the Yellow Springs Stone Tablet, which has been passed down from ancient times."

"The Yellow Springs Stele? Is it related to the Yellow Springs?"

Han Feng asked.

"To be precise, it is related to an ancient powerful being."

A serious expression appeared on Yao Ming's face.

"The Demon Saint of the Yellow Springs, have you heard of him, my benefactor?"

Han Feng was startled.

The Demon Saint of the Underworld!

That powerful figure who displayed astonishing talent in ancient times, and had one foot in the Dou Di realm?

"Of course I know, he is one of the peak experts who is closest to becoming a Dou Di."

"The Yellow Springs Stele is the legacy left behind by this person, which was obtained by my Nine Netherworld Python Clan."

Yao Ming's tone carried a hint of pride.

The Nine Netherworld Python Clan is also a force with top-tier lineage.

Although they are not as powerful as those Dou Di families, how many people in the entire Dou Qi Continent can possess the inheritance of a half-Emperor?

Han Feng was now somewhat puzzled.

"Given the inheritance of the Yellow Spring Demon Saint, why is the Nine Netherworld Python Clan's strength...?"

Some things, once said, need not be continued.

Yao Ming's expression was slightly embarrassed; he had, of course, understood the meaning behind Han Feng's words.

"The inheritance is only for use by the royal family. I was only a half-saint back then and had not yet fully comprehended the mysteries of the Yellow Springs Stele."

Yao Ming offered a brief explanation, then took a deep breath.