"Yao Ming, proceed according to the plan. Arrange for the Nine Serene Deep Earth Python Tribe's experts to come over one by one. Start with the Half-Saints, then the Dou Venerates, and finally the Dou Zongs."
"Have Qing Lin control them one by one, until the entire Nine Serene Deep Earth Python Tribe is under control and Qing Lin becomes the true king of the Nine Serene Deep Earth Python Tribe!"
Yao Ming lowered his head and answered solemnly.
"Yes, Master!"
He rose to his feet, turned around, and strode out of the hall.
Outside the hall, sunlight poured down.
A new era for the Nine Serene Deep Earth Python Tribe was about to begin.
Early the next morning, Yao Ming arrived at the hall. After paying his respects to Liu Bai and the others, he began carrying out his plan.
"Master, I'll bring the first one over."
Yao Ming turned and strode out of the hall.
Before long, a figure followed Yao Ming into the hall.
He was a white-haired old man with a hunched back, his body wreathed in an extremely dense, frigid aura.
He was one of the six Half-Saints of the Nine Serene Deep Earth Python Tribe, an elder of great seniority and prestige within the tribe.
"Patriarch Yao Ming, why have you summoned this old man?"
Complete Control!
The Half-Saint elder asked, his tone tinged with confusion.
Yao Ming turned around and looked at this old friend who had once fought at his side. A trace of complexity flashed through his eyes.
Yet in an instant, that complexity turned cold.
"Sorry, old friend."
Before his words had faded, Yao Ming raised a hand. A vast surge of Dou Qi erupted and tightly bound the Half-Saint elder!
The Half-Saint elder's expression changed drastically as he struggled