Yao Ming watched the man standing on Yao Xiaotian's back warily. White-haired and dressed in white robes, the man looked utterly indifferent, as though the figure beneath his feet were nothing more than an ant.
Yao Ming's Dou Qi was depleted, but his senses remained intact. He could tell that this man was no weaker than he had been at his peak. He was definitely a Two-Star Dou Saint!
Standing beside Xiao Yan, he asked cautiously, "May I ask who you are?"
"Don't be nervous, Yao Ming," Xiao Yan said. "This is my master, Yao Chen. You can address him as the Medicine Saint."
Yao Ming breathed a sigh of relief. So the man was on their side. "Greetings, Medicine Saint," he said at once.
Yao Lao nodded, though puzzlement flickered in his eyes. He could clearly sense that Yao Ming had been a Two-Star Dou Saint at his peak, but he did not recall the Nine Netherworld Python Clan having another Two-Star Dou Saint.
Medusa and Qing Lin looked over, equally puzzled.
Seeing this, Xiao Yan explained what had happened between Yao Ming and Yao Xiaotian.
When everyone learned that Yao Xiaotian had poisoned his elder brother, betrayed him, and stolen his position, disgust showed on their faces.
No one liked a despicable schemer.
"Master, kill him," Xiao Yan said ruthlessly, casting Yao Xiaotian a cold glance.
Yao Lao had no objection. He raised a hand to take Yao Xiaotian's life.
"No, don't! I can still be useful! I don't want to die!" Yao Xiaotian begged in terror.
Then he turned to Yao Ming. "Big brother! I'm your little brother! Please forgive me. If you let me live, I'll do anything!"
Yao Ming narrowed his eyes. The hatred in them had not faded in the slightest, yet he stopped