Yao Ming staggered back three steps, a trace of blood seeping from the corner of his lips.
He had only just escaped his confinement, and his aura was far from recovered. Taking Yao Xiaotian's blow head-on had clearly put him at a disadvantage.
Yao Xiaotian's eyes immediately lit up at the sight.
"You really are weak."
He took a step forward, the blood token spinning in his palm.
Several trusted elders behind him struck at the same time, their black-gold Dou Qi forming a vast net that sealed off the path ahead.
Yao Ming was forced to stop.
A blood net lay before him.
Yao Xiaotian stood behind him.
The secret passage was narrow, leaving him almost nowhere to evade.
Yao Xiaotian slowly approached, a smile returning to his face.
"Brother, I told you—you can't escape."
Yao Ming did not answer. He merely raised a hand and wiped the blood from his lips.
Xiao Fan stood at his side, his face pale, but the Heavenly Flames in his palm had reignited.
"Can you still fight?"
Yao Ming looked at him.
"You're asking me?"
"Who else would I ask, myself?"
Yao Ming let out a soft laugh.
"I can fight."
"But winning won't be easy."
Hearing their exchange, Yao Xiaotian mocked, "One cripple who just escaped confinement and a one-star Dou Zun, yet you dare talk about winning?"
Xiao Fan raised his eyes.
"You sure talk a lot of nonsense."
The fire lotus in his palm shot out in an instant.
Not at Yao Xiaotian.
It flew toward the ceiling of the secret passage.
Boom!
The fire lotus exploded, shattering vast chunks of black stone. Yellow Spring cold water poured down in reverse, forcibly cutting off the positions of several elders behind Yao Xiaotian.
Yao Xiaotian's gaze turned cold.
"Cheap tricks!"