Fratricide

"Where's that guy?" Xiao Yan swept his gaze around and asked curiously, "Don't tell me you burned him straight to ashes?"

"No. I missed slightly when I blew him up and left him with a breath of life." Wei Yang raised a hand and pointed upward. "There he is, playing dead."

Everyone followed his gaze and was immediately rendered speechless.

High up on a mountain wall, a massive black serpent was embedded in the rock. Its body twitched faintly, looking as though it was taking in more breaths than it let out.

There was barely any intact flesh left on its body, yet no blood flowed out. The injured areas had basically been charred by the searing heat.

At that moment, a tail like blackened charcoal crashed down from the mountain wall, swaying limply in the air.

"He's Yao Xiaotian, right?" Xiao Yan looked at Yao Ming.

"Uh, yes. That's him." Yao Ming nodded.

The black serpent's body trembled slightly.

So after being beaten into this state, they still had not even figured out who he was.

Xiao Yan and the others could not help but laugh.

The patriarch of the Nine Nether Earth Python Tribe, a dignified mid-stage one-star Dou Saint, had ended up in a truly miserable state.

Still, he had brought it upon himself. From the moment he injured Qing Lin, he had been destined to endure Wei Yang's towering fury.

He was nothing but a one-hit kill. What had he been so arrogant about?

Medusa and Qing Lin both snorted softly to themselves, feeling greatly relieved.

"Yao Ming, he's yours. Deal with him as you please." Wei Yang glanced at the red-eyed Yao Ming, waved a hand, and said calmly.

"Thank you, Master!" Yao Ming prostrated himself respectfully and cried out in gratitude.

Then he rose,