Yao Ming 2

"You're the chief of the Nine Nether Earth Python Tribe?"

Xiao Yan frowned. "But as far as I know, the current chief of the Nine Nether Earth Python Tribe is someone called Yao Xiaotian."

"That bastard, that dog-bastard! Back then, he used a vile scheme to seize my position and sealed me at the Bottom of the Nine Nether Yellow Springs!"

"Ahh! That beast made me endure hundreds of years of torment from this frigid force! If I am fortunate enough to see the light of day again in this life, I, Yao Ming, will make him wish he were dead! Wish he were dead! Ahhh!"

The moment Yao Xiaotian's name reached his ears, Yao Ming's eyes instantly turned bloodshot. Boundless hatred surged from within them as his frenzied roars echoed endlessly through the Bottom of the Yellow Springs.

Hearing this, Wei Yang and Xiao Yan exchanged glances, secretly clicking their tongues.

This fellow had actually been sealed here for hundreds of years?!

Such a fate was indeed rather tragic.

The frigid force of the Nine Nether Yellow Springs invaded one's body at every moment, like sharp blades. That piercing pain was no different from the torture of having one's flesh carved away, veins severed, and bones scraped. Ordinary people simply could not endure it.

Yet the fellow before them had forcibly endured such suffering for hundreds of years.

Even just thinking about it made Wei Yang and Xiao Yan shake their heads.

Only a Nine Nether Earth Python like Yao Ming could probably withstand it. If it had been the two of them, they certainly would not have lasted so long.

"Can you tell us about the grudge between you and Yao Xiaotian?" Xiao Yan asked curiously.

They were blood relatives, after all. How could he have been so