Inside the great hall, many experts of the Nine Netherworld Underworld Python Clan argued endlessly.
"Fight? How can we fight? The one leading them is Huang Tian, the Clan Leader of the Heaven Demon Phoenix Clan—that old bastard is a peak Five-star Dou Sheng. With the other experts of the Heaven Demon Phoenix Clan as well, if we truly fight, it will be a catastrophe that destroys our clan."
"That doesn't mean we can just admit defeat! Even if we lose, we must leave them with a memory they will never forget!" that elder roared.
Inside the hall, one elder's eyes shifted as he looked at the crowd. "Actually, we don't necessarily have to fight to the death. The Heaven Demon Phoenix Clan only wants that woman from the Nine Netherworld Yellow Spring. As long as we hand her over..."
"Shut up! How can our dignified Nine Netherworld Underworld Python Clan do such a thing? If word gets out, we'll be mocked for ten thousand years!"
Listening to the arguments below, Yao Ming frowned tightly. By now, he had completely recovered from the state he had been in when he first emerged from the Nine Netherworld Yellow Spring. If he had previously been little more than a skeleton, he was now a thoroughly robust man. Dressed in an exquisitely luxurious black brocade robe, his features were sharply defined, with brows like swords and eyes like stars. He could not be called exceptionally handsome, but a faint, domineering aura constantly radiated from between his brows.
Seemingly having finally heard enough of their arguments, Yao Ming swept his gaze downward, releasing the icy aura around him.
"Shut up...!"
With that stern shout, everyone below fell silent. For a moment, one could hear a pin drop.
His gaze swept over those people.