Still...
It was understandable that Yao Ming had swallowed Yao Xiaotian alive. After all, his dear little brother had personally imprisoned him in the depths of the Nine Nether Yellow Springs for hundreds of years.
Throughout those centuries, the Yellow Springs Yin Energy had tormented him every moment. The pain was beyond imagining.
Simply killing Yao Xiaotian like that had still let him off a little too easily.
After swallowing Yao Xiaotian alive, Yao Ming sat down to meditate on the spot. Surging Dou Qi churned around him, and his strength began recovering at tremendous speed.
Rumble!
Soon, an utterly terrifying aura of destruction shook the surrounding space. Yao Ming's body visibly recovered, his skeletal, withered frame rapidly filling out as flesh writhed over it. Within moments, a gallant-looking middle-aged man stood there.
Wisps of terrifying power erupted from his body. His aura seemed a shade stronger than even Chen Xuan's.
"Has your strength recovered completely?!"
Watching the terrifying aura pouring from Yao Ming, Chen Xuan could not help asking.
"About eighty or ninety percent. There are no major problems left!"
"I must thank Your Majesty for your help. Otherwise, that dear little brother of mine really would have remained on the Nine Netherworld Python Clan's throne forever."
Yao Ming bowed slightly to Chen Xuan, expressing his gratitude with great respect.
Without Chen Xuan's intervention, he would probably have remained beneath the Nine Nether Yellow Springs, tortured by the Yellow Springs Yin Energy until he died of old age.
"This was merely a transaction between us. Naturally, I would fulfill my promise. However..." Chen Xuan turned his gaze toward Yao Ming, then continued quietly, "Clan Leader Yao Ming, do not forget what you promised me!"
Yao Ming shuddered slightly. Although Chen Xuan's gaze had merely swept over him, he still