Fight to Po: Emperor Yang

"Where's that guy?" Xiao Yan glanced at him and asked curiously, "You didn't burn it to ashes, did you?"

"No, I blew it a little off, leaving him with a breath." Wei Yang said, raising his hand and pointing upwards, "Look, the corpse is standing there."

Several people looked over there and were immediately speechless.

I saw a giant black snake embedded in the mountain wall above, its body trembling, as if it was taking in more air than exhaling.

There was almost no good flesh left on his body, but no blood was flowing out because the injured parts had basically been burnt by the high temperature.

At this time, a tail like charcoal rumbled down from the mountain wall and swayed weakly in the air.

"He is the Yao Xiaotian, right?" Xiao Yan looked at Yao Ming.

"Uh, yes, it's him." Yao Ming nodded.

The black giant snake's body trembled slightly.

It feels like I was beaten like this, but the other party hasn't even figured out who I am.

Xiao Yan and the others couldn't help but smile when they saw this.

The patriarch of the Nine Netherworld Python Clan, a one-star mid-stage Dou Sheng, is quite miserable.

However, he deserved it, because from the moment he injured Qing Lin, he was destined to bear Wei Yang's tremendous wrath.

He's just a guy who can be defeated in one move, why were you so arrogant before?

Medusa and Qinglin snorted secretly, feeling like they had let out a big sigh of relief.

"Yao Ming, I hand him over to you. You can do whatever you want with him." Wei Yang glanced at Yao Ming with red eyes, waved his hand, and said lightly.

"Thank you, Master!" Yao Ming prostrated himself respectfully and shouted in gratitude.

Then, he stood up, clenched his fists, stepped slowly into the air, and walked towards Yao Xiaotian step by step.

At this moment, Yao Ming no longer looked like the dried-up skeleton he had been before.

His body became swollen and much taller, and his face, although somewhat dark, was filled with a sinister aura as his eyes flashed.

He looks somewhat similar to Yao Xiaotian.

His sinister and resentful eyes were fixed on his own brother.

Kakakka~

The black giant snake's head struggled and moved, as if trying to retreat, causing large pieces of rubble to fall off around it.

"My good brother, I have been waiting for this day for a very long time! Today, I will return to you all the suffering you have made me endure for hundreds of years." Yao Ming came in front of Yao Xiaotian, and a ferocious look slowly appeared on his face.

The words fell.

Bang!

With one kick, he stepped hard on Yao Xiaotian's head.

Terrifying ripples of strong wind suddenly erupted with the soles of his feet as the center, shaking the nearby mountain walls into powder and creating a huge pit.

And that demon Xiaotian also spurted out a mouthful of blood, mixed with some broken pieces of internal organs.

"Brother, brother, please forgive me. I know I was wrong. I was seduced by the Great Elder. I lost my mind and did such a beastly thing."

With Yao Ming stepping on his head, Yao Xiaotian's originally vicious eyes were now filled with fear and he screamed.

"Now you know that I am your elder brother? All the suffering I have endured over the past few hundred years is due to you. I was confused for a moment, and I was confused for hundreds of years?"

Yao Ming's tone was grim. He slowly squatted down, and gently stroked the scales on Yao Xiaotian's head with his palm. An unusually complex look emerged in his eyes.

He even suddenly showed a moment of tenderness. "Back then, I truly regarded you as my only relative in this world. If you hadn't betrayed me, the position of clan leader would have been yours sooner or later."

"But you treat me, your dear brother, like this." Yao Ming laughed miserably and felt sad in his heart.

The situation was originally very good. The two brothers joined forces to expand the tribe, but they didn't expect that they would end up like this.

Today, Yao Xiaotian is going to die, and I have become his soul slave.

Feeling the touch of Yao Ming's hand, Yao Xiaotian began to tremble all over.

He could clearly feel that beneath his brother's seemingly gentle tone, there was actually a murderous intent. He no longer had any hope and a hint of ferocity flashed across his eyes.

"From childhood to adulthood, you have always been better than me. Everyone has high hopes for you, and you are the first to enjoy all the good things. What about me? Who has ever cared about me?! If you want me to die, you can forget about living happily!"

However, just when the fighting spirit in his body was about to reverse and he was about to self-destruct.

Yao Ming's eyes instantly turned cold, and he took the first step and thrust his palm, like the sharpest blade, into Yao Xiaotian's head.

All of a sudden, blood and brain matter spurted out, covering Yao Ming's body.

puff~

Yao Ming inserted his palm into the black giant snake's head with an expressionless face, then slowly withdrew his palm.

In his palm, he held a fist-sized black round bead.

The bead was extremely lustrous, emitting a powerful aura of extreme coldness. Faintly, black mist was flowing inside it, gathering into a hideous face that was screaming, which was the appearance of Yao Xiaotian.

This is a genuine ninth-level magic core, which includes the remaining soul of Yao Xiaotian.

Holding the magic core of his own brother in his hand, a hint of sadness flashed across Yao Ming's eyes.

When his great revenge was achieved, he did not feel much pleasure in his heart. Fratricide is the most tragic scene in the world.

His body was covered with his brother's blood, making his face look extremely hideous and terrifying.

Wei Yang and a few others stood in the distance, looking at Yao Ming who was standing motionless beside the corpse of the giant black snake, and did not make any sound to disturb him.

I can also understand Yao Ming's pain.

Although he became Wei Yang's soul slave, he was not a puppet. He had his own thoughts, preferences, feelings, and normal emotions, not much different from ordinary people.

Now that he has killed his own brother with his own hands, you can imagine the pain he feels.

Even though it was Yao Xiaotian who betrayed Yao Ming first, after all, they have the same blood flowing in their bodies.

Ok?

Suddenly, Wei Yang and his companions looked upwards into the abyss.

The grieving Yao Ming slowly gathered his thoughts and looked up.

There, many auras are emerging and approaching rapidly.

Swish!Swish!Swish!Swish!

Soon, many figures emitting powerful auras swooped down from the sky. A rough count revealed that there were no less than hundreds of them.

Moreover, their strength is above Dou Zun.

As for those following further behind, those below the level of Dou Zun, their number is countless.

This is the true foundation of the Nine Netherworld Python Clan, one of the three major clans in the Warcraft world.

Basically, the entire tribe, the elders, and the leaders of each tribe have almost all arrived.

After all, with such a big commotion happening in the holy land, it would be hard not to alarm them.

Now, they all came in a rage.

"Assholes, who dared to come to my Nine Netherworld Python Clan to cause trouble and even dared to harm my clan leader? Everyone, come together and help me capture them!"

Suddenly, a roar was heard in the sky.

Immediately, countless sounds of breaking wind were heard above the entire Yellow Springs, and bursts of powerful auras also burst out and locked onto Wei Yang and the others.