The Deputy Hall Master Hadn't Improved at All

Yellow Springs Space.

Xie Tianxiao sat with his eyes tightly shut, wisps of dense Dou Qi drifting from his body.

All around him were rifts in the void. Judging by how slowly those cracks were healing, an exceedingly violent collision must have taken place here just moments ago.

"A Half-Emperor's high-tier Heaven-class Dou Technique truly isn't easy to comprehend completely."

Xie Tianxiao opened his eyes and muttered to himself.

Relying on his predecessor's talent and after days of continuous cultivation, he had mastered the Yellow Springs Finger and Yellow Springs Palm, while the Yellow Springs Heavenly Wrath had only reached minor mastery. This showed just how difficult it was to cultivate.

He had originally intended to continue steadily cultivating, but the news Insect Three sent from the Central Plains left him with no choice but to give up.

"A Soul Hall Dou Sheng? Fine. It's time to settle part of our score ahead of schedule."

"No matter who it is, I'll make sure none of you leave alive this time."

Having long known that the Sacred Palace's establishment in the Central Plains would draw Soul Hall's intervention, Xie Tianxiao's eyes flashed with sharp killing intent.

He looked over this dark, empty void. With a sweep of his sleeve, he calmed the energy fluctuations within the space, and his figure flickered before appearing atop the Nine Netherworld Python Tribe's altar.

Yao Ming, who had been standing guard outside the Yellow Spring Stele, was blinded by a burst of intense light and immediately sensed an aura that alarmed him.

"Haha, congratulations, Senior Devouring Owl Saint, on successfully learning the Yellow Springs Heavenly Wrath and advancing your strength even further!"

Yao Ming looked at Xie Tianxiao and laughed as he offered his flattery.

Not far behind him stood two Nine Netherworld Python elders