Clash

Nourished by the surging medicinal power of the Rank 8 Recovery Pill, Yao Ming's feeble aura abruptly surged. In just a few breaths, he had already recovered more than half.

Though he was still some distance from his peak condition, he had barely regained seventy to eighty percent of his combat strength.

As for a complete recovery afterward, he would still need to slowly regulate and nurture himself. It was not something medicinal power alone could accomplish overnight.

Xiao Ling actually had quite a few Rank 9 healing pills in reserve. Pills of that quality would be enough to restore Yao Ming to his peak in an instant, perhaps even temper his body and allow him to rise to another level.

But he had no intention of wasting such a treasure on the present situation. At the end of the day, he did not care much about Yao Ming. If he did not need to use him to control the Nine Nether Underworld Python Clan, he would not merely refuse to give him pills—he likely would not even have bothered helping him break the seal.

After all, with his methods, if he truly cared, why would he need pills? A single wisp of origin healing power would be enough to make Yao Ming flourish from withered wood and regain the splendor of his peak.

Naturally, Yao Ming could not guess at Xiao Ling's calculations. Still, he was quite satisfied with the pace of his recovery.

Although he had yet to fully return to the peak strength of a Two-star Dou Sheng, seventy to eighty percent of his combat power was more than enough to deal with Yao Xiao Tian, that good younger brother of his who had usurped the throne. He was brimming with confidence.

Yet just as he was