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"Where's that guy?" Xiao Yan looked around and asked curiously, "You didn't burn him into ashes, did you?"
"No, I blew him a little off target and left him one breath." Wei Yang lifted his hand and pointed upward, "Look, he's up there playing dead."
Everyone followed his finger, and all of them were momentarily speechless.
On the mountain wall above, a massive black serpent was embedded deep in the rock. Its body twitched slightly, looking more like it was breathing in than breathing out.
There was barely a patch of intact flesh left on it, yet no blood flowed at all, because every wounded spot had already been charred to a crisp from the extreme heat.
At that moment, a segment of its tail, burned black like charcoal, broke off and dropped from the mountain wall, swaying weakly in the air.
"That's Yao Xiaotian, right?" Xiao Yan looked over at Yao Ming.
"Uh, yes, that's him." Yao Ming nodded.
The huge black serpent trembled slightly. So, after being beaten into such a miserable state, these people didn't even know who he was.
Xiao Yan and the others couldn't help laughing.
The mighty Patriarch of the Nine Serene Deep Ground Python Clan, a dignified mid-stage One-Star Dou Sheng—was now truly pitiful. But frankly, he deserved it. From the moment he struck and injured Qing Lin, he was destined to face Wei Yang's overwhelming fury.
A one-hit KO, yet he had been strutting around before—what for?
Medusa and Qing Lin both snorted softly, finally letting out a long pent-up breath of satisfaction.
"Yao Ming, he's yours. Handle him however you want." Wei Yang glanced at Yao Ming's blood-red eyes and waved his hand.
"Thank you, Master!" Yao Ming prostrated respectfully, shouting with deep gratitude. Then he rose, clenched his fists, and slowly stepped into the air, walking toward Yao Xiaotian one step at a time.
At this moment, Yao Ming no longer resembled the dried-up skeletal form he had before. His body was now swollen with power, towering and sturdy. Though his face was still somewhat dark, his eyes flickered with cold, sinister Qi.
His appearance even shared a faint resemblance to Yao Xiaotian. His eerie, venomous gaze locked tightly onto his younger brother.
Crack crack crack~
The head of the massive black serpent struggled as if trying desperately to retreat, shaking loose chunks of rock that clattered downward.
"My good brother, I've waited for this day for a very, very long time! Today, I will return to you every bit of the pain you made me suffer for hundreds of years." Yao Ming stood before Yao Xiaotian, his expression slowly twisting into something ferocious.
As his words fell—
Boom!
He stomped hard on Yao Xiaotian's head.
A terrifying shockwave erupted from the point of impact, blasting the surrounding mountain wall into powder and leaving behind a massive crater. Yao Xiaotian spewed a mouthful of fresh blood, and within it were fragments of shattered internal organs.
"Big brother, big brother, spare me! I know I was wrong! Back then, I was deceived by the Grand Elder! My head wasn't clear—I acted like a beast!" Yao Xiaotian screamed shrilly, his once-vicious eyes now filled with terror as Yao Ming's foot pinned his skull down.
"Now you remember I'm your big brother? Everything I suffered these hundreds of years—wasn't all of it thanks to you? Your moment of confusion lasted a few hundred years?" Yao Ming's voice was icy and cruel.
He slowly crouched down, gently brushing his hand across the scales on Yao Xiaotian's head. In his eyes flickered a complicated emotion. For an instant, there was even a fleeting softness.
"Back then, I truly treated you as my only family in this world. If you hadn't betrayed me, the position of Patriarch would have been yours sooner or later."
"But you chose to treat your own big brother like this…" Yao Ming let out a bitter, hollow laugh, his heart sinking into cold despair.
Two brothers who could have risen together, strengthened their clan—yet everything had collapsed to this outcome. Today, Yao Xiaotian was going to die, and he himself had become someone else's soul slave.
Feeling Yao Ming's palm on him, Yao Xiaotian's entire body shivered uncontrollably.
He could clearly feel it—the seemingly gentle tone his brother used was actually hiding a bone-deep killing intent. In that instant, all hope vanished from Yao Xiaotian's heart, and a vicious glint flashed abruptly through his eyes.
"Since we were young, you were always better than me. Everyone favored you. Anything good always went to you first. And me? Who ever cared about me?! If you want me dead, then don't even dream of living happily!"
Just as the Dou Qi within him began to reverse, preparing to self-destruct—
Yao Ming's eyes turned ice-cold. Moving faster, his palm became as sharp as a blade and plunged straight into Yao Xiaotian's head. In that moment, blood and brain matter exploded outward, splattering all over Yao Ming.
Puff~
His hand buried in the giant black serpent's skull, Yao Ming's expression didn't shift in the slightest. He slowly pulled his hand back. In his palm lay a black orb the size of a fist. The orb was smooth and glossy, radiating an extremely cold and sinister aura.
Black mist churned within it, faintly forming a twisted face screaming in agony—Yao Xiaotian's own visage. A genuine Rank 9 magic core, with what remained of Yao Xiaotian's soul trapped inside.
Holding his younger brother's magic core, a trace of sorrow passed through Yao Ming's eyes. Now that his great vengeance was finally achieved, there was no joy in his heart. Brother killing brother—such a scene was one of the most tragic in all the heavens and earth.
Covered head to toe in his sibling's blood, his face looked utterly ferocious and terrifying. Wei Yang and the others stood in the distance, watching Yao Ming motionless beside the serpent's corpse. None of them spoke to interrupt him. They understood his pain.
Although Yao Ming had become Wei Yang's soul slave, he wasn't a puppet. He still had his own thoughts, preferences, emotions—his seven human feelings and six desires. In many ways, he was no different from any ordinary person.
To personally kill his own younger brother… the agony was unimaginable. Even if Yao Xiaotian had betrayed him first, in the end, they still shared the same blood in their veins.
Hm?
Suddenly, Wei Yang and the others looked upward over the abyss. Yao Ming, still lost in grief, slowly calmed himself and lifted his head as well.
High above, countless auras were rapidly gathering and approaching.
Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!
One after another, powerful figures descended from the sky. A quick glance showed several hundred of them. Every single one was at least Dou Zun. Behind them were even more experts below Dou Zun—too many to count.
This was one of the three major magical beast clans—the Nine Serene Deep Ground Python Clan—and this was their true foundation. Almost the entire clan had arrived: Elders, tribal chiefs, leaders of every branch.
After all, with such massive disturbances in the sacred land, it was impossible for them not to be alarmed. Now, they were arriving in force.
"Outrageous fools! Who dares rampage through my Nine Serene Deep Ground Python Clan and even injure our Patriarch?! Everyone, seize them with me!"
A furious roar echoed across the sky.
Immediately, countless sonic booms tore through the air as surges of powerful auras burst forth, locking onto Wei Yang and the others.
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