Shocking Yao Ming

Looking at the withered, skeletal figure at his feet, Mo Tang couldn't help but shake his head slightly.

"That Yao Xiaotian is quite ruthless; he actually imprisoned his own brother in this place to let the extreme Yin power of the Nine Nether Yellow Spring wear down his life..."

This is because Yao Ming's true form is the Nine Netherworld Nether Python, and he has been using the Nine Nether Yellow Spring to refine his body and cultivate since childhood. Otherwise, even if it were Dou Sheng else, they would be nothing but dust by now.

Thinking it over, Mo Tang bent down and tapped the "skull" figure on the ground with his finger...

"Wake up, wake up..."

"Who... are you?"

A hoarse, extremely grating sound, like sand scraping against glass, rang out.

Clearly, in order to maintain its consciousness, this Yao Ming is not always awake.

"And who are you? How did you end up being imprisoned in a place like this?" Mo Tang retorted.

"I am Yao Ming, the patriarch of the Nine Netherworld Nether Python Clan..." The skeletal figure answered Mo Tang's question haltingly.

"Save me! If you can get me out of here, I'll give you anything you want!"

"The patriarch of the Nine Netherworld Nether Python Clan?" Mo Tang frowned, putting on his acting skills, and said in a slightly doubtful tone, "As far as I know, the current patriarch of the Nine Netherworld Nether Python Clan should be a guy named Yao Xiaotian, right?"

"Yao Xiaotian?!?"

"That bastard, that son of a bitch!!!"

He used a vicious scheme to seize my position and then sealed me away at the bottom of this Nine Nether Yellow Spring...

"That beast caused me to suffer for centuries, tormented by the power of yin and cold. If I am fortunate enough to see the light of day again, I, Yao Ming, will make him wish he were dead!"

Upon hearing the name Yao Xiaotian, Mo Tang felt an endless surge of resentment emanating from Yao Ming's skeletal eyes, and his mad roar echoed endlessly in the depths of the Yellow Springs.

Tsk, this guy's really pathetic! But aren't you brothers? Is it really okay for you to insult him like that?

"Rescuing you out... isn't difficult. But have you thought this through? Yao Xiaotian is, after all, the patriarch of the Nine Netherworld Nether Python clan. He's quite powerful, and with the elders of the Nine Netherworld Nether Python on top of that, do you think you have the ability to take what belongs to you from them?"

Mo Tang's words made Yao Ming fall silent for a moment.

After being washed by the cold and yin energy for hundreds of years, although his realm has increased, his power is now almost gone. If he doesn't have time to recover, he might not be a match for Yao Xiaotian.

With that scoundrel also having traitors from within the clan assisting him, he really had little confidence in regaining the position of clan leader.

Although he possessed the Nine Nether Nether Staff, the clan leader's token, Yao Ming was uncertain how many people would still recognize it after Yao Xiaotian's centuries of management.

Seeing Yao Ming remain silent, Mo Tang's lips curled into a barely perceptible smile.

"I can rescue you, and I can help you regain your position as clan leader..."

Yao Ming remained silent for a moment, knowing that the person in front of him had probably not come here by chance.

But now, if he wants to live and take revenge, he has no choice but to be at the mercy of others!

A moment later, Yao Ming's hoarse voice rang out again, asking, "What do you want?"

Mo Tang smiled slightly, and suddenly his body emitted boundless radiance, which actually dissolved the surrounding Nine Nether Yellow Spring.

Upon seeing this, Yao Ming was greatly shocked. Only then did he realize the strength of the person in front of him, which was probably even more terrifying than his own when he was fully restored to his peak!

Moreover, this aura...

"Ancient Void Dragon? Sky Demon Phoenix?"

No, no!

He had seen both the Ancient Void Dragon and the powerful beings of the Heaven Demon Phoenix Clan, but none of them had instilled in him this kind of fear that ran deep in his soul. At this moment, Yao Ming was truly afraid...

This is fear of the unknown...

The opponent's true form is also Demonic Beast... and it has a bloodline that is even more terrifying than the Nine Netherworld Nether Python, the Sky Demon Phoenix, or even the Ancient Void Dragon.

But does such a terrifying existence truly exist on this continent?

Yao Ming didn't know, but he understood himself very well in the present moment...

Centuries of suffering and boundless resentment had already erupted in his heart, and no matter the cost, the crazed Yao Ming was willing to accept it!

However, Mo Tang's words still made him feel a little relieved.

"Once you ascend to the position of clan leader, the Nine Netherworld Nether Python must serve me as its master and obey my commands!"

Frankly speaking, this request is extremely unreasonable for a clan leader; it's practically asking the entire Nine Netherworld Nether Python to act as a henchman...

But Yao Ming didn't find it unacceptable at this moment, after all, the other party could have made even more outrageous demands...

For example, controlling one's own soul, and then completely treating oneself as his puppet. In that case, the Nine Netherworld Nether Python would not be able to escape the fate mentioned above either.

"Okay, I agree!"

Without hesitation, Yao Ming answered directly.

In the original novel, Xiao Yan actually offered to plant his Soul Imprint on Yao Ming's soul, which would have allowed him to obliterate Yao Ming with a single thought. Yet, even so, Yao Ming agreed...

This also shows how much he longed to escape this cage and then get revenge for everything he had suffered over the past few centuries!

Mo Tang nodded, just about to help Yao Ming break the seal, when he suddenly remembered something and turned to ask, "By the way, I heard that there is something called Yellow Spring Blood Crystal in the Nine Nether Yellow Spring, but I haven't seen it down here?"

Upon hearing this, Yao Ming paused for a moment, then explained, "Even in the Nine Nether Yellow Spring, Yellow Spring Blood Crystal are extremely rare. Generally speaking, it takes nearly a thousand years to condense a piece the size of a palm. Over the past few hundred years, I have devoured all of these..."

After he finished speaking, he suddenly opened his mouth, and a blood-red light shot out, finally hovering in front of Mo Tang.

Looking at this blood-red crystal, roughly the size of a fist, it seemed as if endless blood was flowing within it, making it look extremely eerie.

"High-grade Energy detected: 1000 points. Absorb?"

"Whether."

Mo Tang's eyes lit up.

A single blood crystal has 1000 points of High-grade Energy. If we get a hundred or so, wouldn't that be stronger than the energy of a Heavenly Flames?

How many of these do you have?

Even though he had become a skeleton, Yao Ming couldn't help but twitch his lips when he heard Mo Tang's words.

"This is the only one left..."

How much more? Do you think this is cabbage, something you can grow anywhere?

It takes a thousand years for one of these things to condense. Although the Nine Netherworld Nether Python has existed for countless years, it still needs to cultivate.

Take himself as an example. If it weren't for the few pieces of Yellow Spring Blood Crystal that his clan had preserved over the past few hundred years, he would have been eroded into dust by the power of extreme Yin long ago. How could he have improved his cultivation level?

Are you kidding me!

This piece was one of the few that had been formed in the last hundred years, and he had intended to use it as a lifesaver when he was on the verge of collapse. He only dared to take it out after seeing if the other party could save him... (insert ptererror();)