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"Misunderstanding? There is no misunderstanding! Back then, I was poisoned and gravely wounded by Yao Xiaotian and Grand Elder working together, then sealed at the bottom of the Nine Serene Spring for hundreds of years."
"If I hadn't been lucky enough to be rescued this time, I'm afraid I would have been sealed in the Nine Serene Spring for the rest of my life. Now that he sees I've escaped, of course he wants to kill me to silence me." Yao Ming said with a faint smile.
"What?!"
Yao Ming's words were no different from a thunderclap exploding in everyone's ears. Instantly, everyone's eyes gathered on Grand Elder.
"Grand Elder, is what Patriarch Yao Ming said true?" Some Elders even shouted angrily.
"This man is an impostor. You actually believe his nonsense?" Grand Elder said darkly.
He flicked his sleeve and said coldly, "Since that's how it is, then I'll personally take him down and make him speak the truth, so that I can give all of you an explanation."
The moment Grand Elder finished speaking, his figure suddenly vanished. When he reappeared, he was already in front of Yao Ming. His pair of withered palms turned pitch-black like ink, accompanied by a nauseating stench of potent poison that spread outward.
Withered Leaf Great Poison Palm!
"Heh!" Yao Ming chuckled and raised his hand, pointing with a single finger.
Yellow Spring Finger!
A vast amount of energy gathered and condensed under Yao Ming's control, forming a massive dark yellow finger that stretched hundreds of meters long. The surface of that finger looked extremely rough, yet it radiated a faint aura of destruction.
From afar, it looked like a god's finger of annihilation descending between heaven and earth.
"Grand Elder, do you recognize this move? Yellow Spring Finger, severing life and death!"
Yao Ming let out a cold laugh as he stared at Grand Elder, whose expression had subtly changed.
His finger abruptly thrust forward. Instantly, the enormous Yellow Spring Finger in the sky rumbled down. Large sections of space collapsed and crumbled.
The surrounding cliff walls split open with enormous cracks. The ground shook violently as if a dragon beneath the earth was turning over.
"It's the Yellow Spring Finger!"
The nearby Nine Serene Deep Ground Python experts quickly backed away to make space, their faces excited as they shouted. This was one of the clan's signature Dou Techniques, renowned throughout the world. Of course they recognized it.
But only the royal bloodline was qualified to learn it.
"Yellow Spring Finger, a Heaven Grade Dou Technique, huh." In the distance, Wei Yang and Xiao Yan exchanged surprised looks.
Its reputation on the continent was quite significant. Anyone with a bit of knowledge had at least heard of it. It was one of the signature techniques of the Demon Saint Huang Quan.
Although this move was only a Low-Level Heaven Grade Dou Technique, when unleashed by Yao Ming, a Two-star Dou Sheng, it possessed enough destructive power to wipe a medium-to-large city off the map with ease.
Boom!
The Yellow Spring Finger pressed down heavily, smashing into the pitch-black toxic palm print. In an instant, a terrifying shockwave of energy swept across the heavens and earth like a furious storm.
Rumble!
The void completely collapsed. Waves of destructive energy spread outward as the Yellow Spring Finger pushed forward, pressing against the black palm print.
Crack, crack, crack!
Dense fractures spread across the surface of the dark palm imprint.
Stomp, stomp, stomp!
Grand Elder's expression twisted with shock and anger. His body staggered backward continuously, each step stomping heavily onto the fractured void. He retreated nearly a thousand meters before the power of the Yellow Spring Finger gradually dissipated.
Finally, he could no longer endure it. A mouthful of blood burst from his lips.
One move.
With just one move, Grand Elder was defeated. Completely, without suspense.
"You!" Grand Elder's hands trembled slightly, with faint cracks appearing on his withered skin. He lifted his head in disbelief, staring at the calm, composed Yao Ming.
"Grand Elder, after all these years, not only Yao Xiaotian, even you have fallen far behind." Yao Ming's robes fluttered wildly as his gaze pierced toward Grand Elder like two sharp blades.
He began walking toward him step by step, and with each step, an unimaginably powerful aura erupted from his body, sweeping across the sky like a tidal wave.
"Hundreds of years, sealed beneath the Serene Springs, I endured endless torment day and night, but even so, I am still far stronger than you and that useless brother of mine. After all these years, this is all the progress you've made? Truly disappointing."
"And with that level of strength, you still dared to usurp the throne?" Yao Ming sneered.
Everyone could clearly feel how powerful his aura was.
"Two-star Dou Sheng!" Grand Elder clenched his teeth, his face turning pale.
He never imagined that after being suppressed and sealed for so many years, Yao Ming not only survived, but his strength not only hadn't declined, it had actually advanced—from a Ban Sheng back then, straight to the level of a Two-star Dou Sheng.
He had just escaped, yet his strength had already recovered so quickly.
"When I attacked you, I didn't even use sixty percent of my strength. Of course, that's also the limit of the Dou Qi I can currently mobilize. So, do you still intend to resist?" Yao Ming asked indifferently.
"..." Grand Elder fell silent.
"As expected of Patriarch Yao Ming. Such talent is far greater than Yao Xiaotian's ever was!" Elder Ming and Elder Xian both showed looks of wild joy as they praised.
As magic beasts, their cultivation speed might not compare to humans, but they possessed lifespans far longer than any human.
Thus, spending several hundred years to advance from Ban Sheng to Two-star Dou Sheng could already be considered extremely fast—let alone doing so while sealed and suppressed.
The other Nine Serene Deep Ground Python experts each had different expressions, but no matter what they thought, all of them wisely kept the stance of silent observers.
"All Elders, hear my command! Form the Ten Thousand Snakes Grand Formation and kill this impostor!" Grand Elder roared as he watched Yao Ming walking toward him.
But everyone looked at each other. No one moved.
"Fools! All these years of effort… all of it completely wasted!"
Seeing this, Grand Elder's heart sank.
His face twisted with rage, unwillingness, and fear. He had thought that after all their work over the years, they had turned the entire Nine Serene Deep Ground Python Clan into an unbreakable fortress, fully under their control.
But now reality told him that this so-called control was nothing but an illusion. The moment danger appeared, their 'authority' became a complete joke.
"Patriarch Yao Ming is dead, he's a fake!" Grand Elder shouted hysterically, his face twisted in desperation.
"Stubborn fool." Yao Ming shook his head.
He stopped walking, his eyes turning cold as he gazed at Grand Elder: "Let me help you give up completely."
As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly opened his mouth. A streak of black light shot out and transformed into a half-meter-long black scepter that landed in his hand. This scepter was pitch-black from top to bottom.
At its top, two lifelike black serpents were coiled around each other, their heads facing one another. Between them rested a fist-sized black bead that emitted a faint, chilling glow.
Yao Ming raised the scepter high and shouted, "Elders, do you still recognize this?"
"The Nine Serene Profound Scepter! That's the Nine Serene Profound Scepter that's been lost for hundreds of years!"
"That's the symbol of the Patriarch!"
Upon seeing the black scepter, every Elder in the sky revealed a drastic change in expression, followed by uncontrollable excitement.
From the scepter, they could feel a powerful pressure, one that originated from bloodline authority. It was said that within the serpent bead of the Nine Serene Profound Scepter was stored the purest blood of the royal Nine Serene Deep Ground Python lineage.
If their clan could receive that bloodline today, it would greatly alleviate their long-standing crisis of bloodline dilution.
"No wonder… no wonder we searched everywhere back then and still couldn't find the Nine Serene Profound Scepter. So it was swallowed by this bastard!" Grand Elder's face grew even paler as he clenched his fists tightly.
"Grand Elder?" Holding the scepter, Yao Ming looked at him. "Do you give up?"
"Grand Elder, surrender. Whoever holds the Nine Serene Profound Scepter is the Patriarch of the Nine Serene Deep Ground Python Clan. This is the iron rule passed down through our generations," one Elder sighed and advised.
"That's right. Back when we allowed Yao Xiaotian to become Patriarch, we clearly stated it was only a temporary measure. And all of you agreed that if Patriarch Yao Ming ever returned, the position must be given back to him," the three Elders Yao Ming had called by name earlier also spoke up.
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