"Yao Xiaotian! You filthy bastard, worse than pigs and dogs, who murdered your brother and usurped his place! Today, I'll grind your bones to ash, throw you into the Ten Thousand Snake Cave, and make you suffer ten thousand snakes gnawing at your heart—may you never be reborn!"
Gazing at the black-robed figure in the sky, the one he hated to the marrow of his bones, the ghostly green flames in Yao Ming's sunken eyes were instantly completely devoured by boundless blood-red.
The endless resentment and hatred that had built up over the centuries he had been imprisoned at the bottom of these Yellow Springs erupted like a volcano suppressed for hundreds of years, turning into a tangible fierce aura that burst from Yao Ming's withered body.
At that moment, veins bulged across his neck. His hoarse, low roar, filled with accusations and madness like blood and tears, echoed wildly through the deep cavern, shaking the frost on the surrounding rock walls until it fell in sheets.
"Jie jie jie... my dear good big brother. After being imprisoned for hundreds of years, I didn't expect your mouth to still be so hard, or your temper to still stink so much." Hearing Yao Ming's venomous, bone-chilling roar, Yao Xiaotian in the sky did not become angry. Instead, he let out a cold, ear-piercing cackle.
His laughter was filled with mockery, smugness, and the air of a cat playing with a mouse.
"I truly didn't expect it. At the bottom of the Nine Nether Yellow Springs, after being refined by that icy power for hundreds of years, you actually still managed to cling to one last breath, lingering on until today—and even waited for some reckless kid to fish you out... That tenacious life force of yours is something even this younger