A Hopeless Waste

"No, what do you mean, escaped? Yao Ming died from a cultivation deviation hundreds of years ago. This is fake—someone is maliciously impersonating Yao Ming."

The Great Elder directly cut Yao Xiaotian off.

"That's right, that's right! My elder brother died long ago. I personally buried him. You must have come to deliberately impersonate my elder brother. Elders, join forces and kill him!"

Yao Xiaotian shouted sharply.

As soon as Yao Xiaotian said this, more than half the elders in the hall began to stir restlessly. After all, no matter how foolish Yao Xiaotian was, he had ruled the Nine Serenity Deep Ground Python Clan for hundreds of years. He still possessed some prestige.

"Heh, are you two idiots really so eager to kill someone and silence them?"

Yao Ming sneered at the two men, who were putting on a fierce front while hiding their fear, then took a slight step forward.

Boom!

A terrifying pressure instantly erupted from Yao Ming's body.

"A Dou Sheng expert! And a Two-Star Dou Sheng at that!"

Yao Xiaotian and the Great Elder exchanged a terrified glance.

The reason Yao Xiaotian had not killed Yao Ming, instead choosing to imprison him in the Nine Serenity Yellow Spring, was because he wanted to use the dense power of Huang Quan there to torment him for all eternity, ensuring that he would never rise again.

Yet who could have imagined that Yao Ming, who had only been an Intermediate Half-Saint at the time, would endure at the bottom of the Nine Serenity Yellow Spring—a place even Dou Sheng experts of the Nine Serenity Deep Ground Python Clan did not dare approach lightly—by sheer force of will?

Not only had Yao Ming endured, but over the years, he had also used the power of Huang Quan there