"Old dog, it's time we settled the score."
Yao Ming's voice was hoarse and icy, every word seeming to crawl out of Nine Nether Hell, carrying hatred that could never be dissolved.
He stepped through the air, one step at a time. The terrifying pressure of a Two-Star Dou Sheng descended upon the Grand Elder like an invisible mountain!
"Yao Ming! Don't get smug!"
Stirred back to his senses by that killing intent, the Grand Elder's face was filled with madness and terror. "So what if you escaped? The Nine Netherworld Python clan has long ceased to be your era! Do you think that, as a cripple who has only just escaped, you can..."
He did not get to finish his words, because Yao Ming had already moved.
There was no pointless talk, only the most direct and violent assault!
"Yellow Springs Finger!"
Yao Ming roared. Vast Dou Qi gathered at his fingertip, forming a pitch-black finger seal laden with the aura of death as it blasted toward the Grand Elder!
"Damn it!"
The Grand Elder was shocked and furious, but he dared not be careless. He likewise pushed his late One-Star Dou Saint strength to the limit. Boundless poisonous miasma gathered before him, forming a vicious poison palm that met the finger seal head-on.
Boom!
The two terrifying energies collided.
The finger seal and poison palm deadlocked in midair for a moment. Sharp shockwaves scattered in every direction, raising towering waves from the Yellow Springs water below.
After all, the Grand Elder had been forced into a hurried defense. The strike made his blood and Qi churn, and he staggered several steps backward through the air.
But Yao Ming pressed his advantage without mercy!
"Yellow Springs Palm!"
With another furious roar, he gave his opponent no chance to catch