Triple Jade-Green Snake Flower Pupils Display Their Might

At that moment, Yao Ming fixed his deeply sunken eyes on Xiao Ling, his murky gaze surging with an almost scorching fervor. Like a drowning man clutching at his last piece of driftwood, he had staked every hope of escaping this infernal prison upon the man before him.

He held his breath, his shriveled chest rising and falling faintly. His bony fingers unconsciously curled into fists, his knuckles turning slightly bluish-white from the force. His entire body was taut as he waited for Xiao Ling to utter the assent that would let him see daylight again.

In Yao Ming's eyes, he had once been a dignified Two-star Dou Sheng, as well as the former ruler of the Nine Nether Underworld Python Clan. With such status and strength, he had been someone capable of making an entire faction bow its head anywhere on the Zhongzhou Continent.

As for this human before him, the Saintly might faintly emanating from his body was profound and restrained; he was clearly no ordinary person. Not to mention that he had brought along three female companions with formidable auras and silently bypassed the Nine Nether Underworld Python Clan's layers of guards and hidden sentries, penetrating deep into this sealed land at the very bottom of the Yellow Springs. Such ability was enough to prove how powerful he was.

With such strength at his disposal, Xiao Ling naturally had sufficient confidence. He would not fear Yao Ming breaking his word and turning against him after escaping, nor would he have too many concerns over whether to save him.

As for the words he had blurted out earlier—"I am willing to lead the entire Nine Nether Underworld Python Clan in bowing and submitting"—Yao Ming now weighed them carefully in his heart and felt that he had indeed lost