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What an enormous formation!
Wei Yang and the others looked up at the sky.
At this moment, the heavens were filled with countless experts from the Nine Serene Deep Ground Python Clan. All of them were staring down with furious eyes, locking firmly onto Wei Yang's group.
After all, the Nine Serene Deep Ground Python Clan was one of the three great beast clans of the Magic Beast World. Now someone had infiltrated their holy land, caused chaos, and even killed their patriarch. No one could possibly endure such humiliation.
This was already a feud of life and death!
High above, the leader was an Elder with a crimson venomous serpent coiled around his shoulder. This Grand Elder was glaring viciously at Yao Ming. When his gaze shifted to the massive black serpent lying motionless at Yao Ming's feet, his heart involuntarily tightened.
Even though he had mentally prepared himself before coming… seeing it with his own eyes still sent chills down his spine. Three Dou Shengs!
"No matter who they are, today, they must die! They will accompany our patriarch in death! Otherwise, how could my Nine Serene Deep Ground Python Clan continue to stand in the Magic Beast World?" a grey-haired Elder beside him roared furiously.
"Serene Serpent Guards, hear my command! Capture them! Life or death does not matter!" the Elder shouted, pointing directly at the blood-soaked and disfigured Yao Ming.
"Yes!"
With the Elder's order, a thunderous wave of voices echoed through the land.
Whoosh!
Figures clad in serpent-shaped armor shot out from various hidden corners. In several flashes, nearly a hundred silhouettes appeared around the void, their auras subtly connected.
Together, they formed a surrounding encirclement, locking Wei Yang's group—and Yao Ming—completely in place.
"The Nine Serene Deep Ground Python Clan's foundation truly is remarkable. These Serene Serpent Guards are each extremely powerful, and their coordination is flawless. Their auras even link together," Wei Yang observed, unable to hide a trace of surprise.
Such an elite Dou Zun unit, fighting as one… their combined combat strength was terrifying. This could only be described as a true killing weapon.
Swish, swish, swish!
More figures descended from the sky.
After the Serene Serpent Guards, the Elders and various leaders of the tribe spread out in the air, forming a massive, strange formation. It created yet another outer layer of encirclement, trapping Wei Yang's group and the Nether Serpent Guards together.
Seeing this, Wei Yang and the others couldn't help frowning slightly. Even a hero couldn't withstand sheer numbers. This was the heart of the Nine Serene Deep Ground Python Clan. With such a joint formation, not even a Dou Sheng could walk away unscathed.
To withstand the combined assault of such a grand formation in the depths of the Underground Serene Snake Network… would be extremely difficult. The formation's leading core was the Grand Elder with the crimson serpent—a genuine late one-star Dou Sheng.
At several critical points within the formation, even Ban Shengs were stationed. Of course, troublesome as it was, this didn't mean it was unsolvable. Wei Yang narrowed his eyes. Beneath his wide sleeves, his fingers slowly curled.
A miniature black sun flickered faintly in his palm. When you're ruthless enough, there is nothing a nuclear bomb can't solve. If there is… then you just use another one. At worst, they would go down together.
In this abyss environment, the power of a nuclear blast would be magnified several fold. Under such an explosion—even with the Underground Serene Snake Network assisting them—these people would still fall to their knees.
However, if he did that, the Nine Serene Deep Ground Python Clan would be utterly devastated. That was precisely what Wei Yang didn't want. He already felt distressed killing one Yao Xiaotian. In his eyes, every Nine Serene Deep Ground Python was future manpower under his command!
As for Yao Xiaotian, that one had to die—no choice. If he wanted to completely subdue the entire Nine Serene Deep Ground Python Clan, Yao Xiaotian could not remain alive. Otherwise, Yao Ming wouldn't be able to hold his position, and the tribe might even fall into civil war and fracture.
Of course, although Yao Xiaotian was dead, nothing would be wasted. His corpse, magic core, blood essence, and remnant soul were all intact. At worst, Wei Yang could refine him into a living puppet.
As for the rest of the serpents, Wei Yang didn't want to lose too many of them—this included the Grand Elder. Thus, he shifted his gaze toward Yao Ming and sent a voice transmission, "Yao Ming, can you handle this? If you can't, then I'll have no choice but to go on a massacre."
"Master, rest assured. Leave everything to me," Yao Ming replied through voice transmission.
"Leaders of each tribe, return for now. These matters will be handled by myself and the other Elders."
Having successfully trapped Wei Yang's group, the serpent-bearing Grand Elder's eyes flickered. He suddenly turned around and commanded the various tribe patriarchs in a deep voice.
Hearing this, the chiefs hesitated, clearly reluctant. But in the end, none dared disobey the Grand Elder's order, and they slowly nodded.
After all, with the patriarch dead, the authority of the tribe would very likely fall into the hands of this Grand Elder. He would become the next patriarch.
"Heh… Grand Elder, you're in such a rush to chase away the tribe patriarchs. Planning to quietly get rid of this king again, are you?"
A cold laugh suddenly echoed out.
Countless eyes followed the sound.
Covered in blood from head to toe, Yao Ming let out a long breath toward the sky. He waved his sleeve and stored away Yao Xiaotian's corpse. Then he lifted his head, his features twisted with savagery, wiped the blood off his face, revealing his true appearance.
Step by step, he walked across the air toward the gathered Nine Serene Deep Ground Python experts, asking with a chilling voice, "Everyone, do you still recognize your king?"
Seeing the face that strongly resembled Yao Xiaotian's, every member of the Nine Serene Deep Ground Python Clan froze.
Only after a long moment did some Elders shriek in disbelief, "Y-You… you're Patriarch Yao Ming?! Impossible! Didn't you fall into deviation during cultivation and perish?!"
"Patriarch Yao Ming?!"
"He seems to be Patriarch Xiaotian's Elder brother… the previous patriarch. But Patriarch Xiaotian said he went mad during cultivation and died hundreds of years ago… How could he appear again?"
"The one who killed Patriarch Xiaotian… was actually the former patriarch?"
"This…"
Uproar instantly swept through the crowd.
The entirety of the Nine Serene Deep Ground Python Clan was thrown into confusion. Hearing their whispers filling the heavens, the Grand Elder's face twitched violently, panic surfacing deep in his eyes.
He hurriedly shouted, "Silence! Patriarch Yao Ming died hundreds of years ago! Do not be fooled by this impostor! He and these unknown intruders are all accomplices who murdered Patriarch Xiaotian! He's disguising himself as the previous patriarch to stir internal chaos so they can escape! Elders, activate the formation and kill him!"
The Elders' expressions flickered, but their actions showed hesitation.
"Hahaha! Grand Elder, are you that desperate to kill someone just to silence them?"
Yao Ming laughed wildly, then turned his gaze toward several Elders: "Elder Xian, Elder Ming, Elder Liu… you were the ones closest to me back then. Open your eyes and look carefully. Have you really forgotten your king?"
As he spoke, Yao Ming fully released his aura. The three white-haired Elders scanned him carefully, sensing his presence. Their faces trembled with emotion.
"It really does feel like Patriarch Yao Ming… We're extremely familiar with his aura!"
"Yes… it's almost exactly the same as his aura from back then."
"Ming Chang! You three—stop spouting nonsense and confusing the tribe!"
"Patriarch Yao Ming has been dead for centuries! I confirmed it personally alongside Patriarch Xiaotian! This man is nothing but a fraud!
As for the aura—someone must have stolen the previous patriarch's blood essence from our treasury and merged it into his body!
He IS the murderer of Patriarch Xiaotian—everyone saw that themselves! Are you three trying to betray the tribe?!" the Grand Elder snarled, eyes filled with menace.
"Grand Elder, this truly is Patriarch Yao Ming! We can't possibly be mistaken. There must be some misunderstanding. We should clarify everything before acting rashly!" the three Elders hurriedly said.
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