Lin Ming's clash with the Great Elder of the Nether Python Clan was blocked, and both their figures swayed slightly.
At that moment, the Great Elder had been forced back half a step by Lin Ming's burning-hot Power of Exotic Flame. His gaze instantly turned venomous as he stared fixedly at Lin Ming, who stood before him.
His face twisted somewhat hideously from fury and Killing Intent as he forced out an icy voice through gritted teeth.
"Brat, you have interfered in my clan's affairs again and again, ruined my plans time after time. Do you really think this old man wouldn't tear you to pieces?!"
"Humph, Great Elder, your anxiety only makes me more certain of some things." Yao Ming stepped forward as well, standing shoulder to shoulder with Lin Ming. His gaze was cold as ice as he looked directly at the Great Elder, Yao Mo.
Yao Ming said no more and suddenly opened his mouth.
"Swoosh!"
A black gleam shot violently from Yao Ming's mouth and swelled with the wind!
In the end, it transformed into a black staff roughly five feet long, its entire body flowing with deep, shadowy light, before landing steadily in Yao Ming's hand.
The staff was ancient and imposing in design. Its shaft coiled like a serpent, while its top was carved from two lifelike black venomous snakes, every scale clearly visible.
The snake heads faced one another atop the staff, their mouths slightly open as they jointly guarded a strange bead about the size of a fist, within which black liquid seemed to flow slowly.
The bead emitted a faint, strange cold gleam that seemed capable of stirring resonance in the bloodlines of all serpents. An ancient, noble, supreme pressure slowly spread outward.
Yao Ming held the staff aloft. His gaze