The True and False Clan Chief

What an imposing display!

Wei Yang and the others looked up at the sky.

The sky was filled with numerous experts of the Nine Nether Earth Python Tribe.

And at this moment, every one of them was glaring furiously at Wei Yang's group.

No matter what, the Nine Nether Earth Python Tribe was one of the three great factions of the Beast World. Not only had outsiders secretly infiltrated their sacred ground and caused such a commotion, they had even killed their clan chief. No one could tolerate that.

This was a fight to the death!

Leading the group in the sky was an elderly man with a scarlet venomous snake coiled around his shoulder. The Great Elder was currently staring fiercely at Yao Ming.

When his gaze fell upon the enormous black serpent lying beside Yao Ming's feet, his heart clenched violently.

Though he had mentally prepared himself on the way here, seeing it with his own eyes still made him tremble in fear.

Three Dou Saints!

"Whoever they are, they must die today and be buried alongside our clan chief! Otherwise, how can the Nine Nether Earth Python Tribe continue to stand in the Beast World?" An elderly man with gray hair roared beside the snake-bearing elder.

"Nether Serpent Guard, heed my command! Capture that man, dead or alive!" The gray-haired elder pointed at Yao Ming, whose entire body was drenched in blood and whose face was distorted beyond recognition, and shouted furiously.

"Yes!"

At the gray-haired elder's roar, countless unified cries rang out across the heavens.

Then, the sound of rushing wind suddenly erupted. Figures clad in serpent-shaped armor shot out from every hidden corner. After several flashes, they appeared throughout the surrounding void. Their auras faintly linked together, forming an encirclement that firmly locked onto Wei