Fight to Po: Emperor Yang

"Misunderstanding? There is no misunderstanding! I was poisoned and beaten by Yao Xiaotian and the Great Elder, and then sealed at the bottom of the Nine Netherworld for hundreds of years."

"If I hadn't been lucky enough to be rescued this time, I would have been sealed in the Netherworld for the rest of my life. Now that he sees I'm out of trouble, he naturally wants to kill me." Yao Ming smiled faintly.

"what?!"

Yao Ming's words were undoubtedly like thunder, exploding in everyone's ears.

Suddenly, everyone's eyes were focused on the great elder.

"Great Elder, does the Yaoming clan leader mean what he said?" Some elders shouted angrily.

"This man is a fake. Do you believe what he says?" said the Great Elder gloomily.

He then flicked his sleeves and said grimly, "If that's the case, then I will personally capture him, make him tell the truth, and give you all an explanation."

As soon as the Great Elder finished speaking, his figure disappeared. When he reappeared, he had already arrived in front of Yao Ming. His pair of dry hands turned as black as ink at this moment, and a poisonous and fishy smell wafted out.

The dead leaf poisonous palm!

"Hey!" Yao Ming smiled, raised his hand and pointed out.

Yellow Spring Finger!

The vast energy gathered and, under Yao Ming's control, quickly condensed into a dark yellow finger several hundred feet in size.

This finger looks extremely rough on the surface, but it is filled with a faint destructive power. From a distance, it looks like a finger of destruction pointed by a god, standing between heaven and earth.

"Great Elder, do you recognize this move? One finger at Huangquan can decide life or death!"

Yao Ming sneered at the great elder whose expression changed slightly, and pointed out his finger suddenly.

Suddenly, the huge Yellow Spring Finger in the sky came down with a loud bang.

Whole areas of space collapsed and disappeared at this moment. The surrounding mountain walls burst into huge cracks. The ground shook as if a dragon was turning over.

"It's the Yellow Spring Finger!" The powerful warriors of the Nine Nether Earth Python surrounding them quickly retreated far away, making room for them, and shouted excitedly on their faces.

This is one of the clan's fighting skills of their Nine Netherworld Python Clan. It is very famous, so naturally they recognize it.

But only royal family members are qualified to study.

"Yellow Spring Finger, a heavenly-level fighting skill?" In the distance, Wei Yang and Xiao Yan also had a flash of surprise in their eyes.

Its reputation on the mainland is quite big. Anyone with a little knowledge has heard of its fame. It was one of the famous skills of Huangquan Demon Saint back then.

Although this move was only a low-level heavenly fighting skill, when wielded by Yao Ming, a two-star fighting saint, it was enough to easily destroy a medium to large city.

boom!

Huangquan's finger pressed down heavily on the pitch-black and poisonous palm print.

In an instant, a terrifying energy shock wave swept across the sky and earth like a storm.

Rumble~

The void completely collapsed, waves of destructive power spread out, and Huangquan Finger continued to move forward against the black palm print.

Kakakka~

The black palm print was covered with cracks.

Ding Ding Deng!

The Great Elder had a look of shock and anger on his face, and he kept retreating, his feet stomping heavily on the nothingness.

They retreated nearly a thousand meters, and finally, the power of the Yellow Spring Finger gradually dissipated. However, the Great Elder could no longer bear it and spit out a mouthful of blood.

One move, just one move, and the Great Elder was defeated, without any suspense.

"You!" The Great Elder's palms were trembling slightly, and cracks appeared on the dry skin of his palms. He looked up at the calm and composed Yao Ming in disbelief.

“Great Elder, so many years have passed, and it’s not just Yao Xiaotian who can’t do it either.” Yao Ming’s robe rustled, and his eyes shot towards the Great Elder like a sharp knife.

He took a step and slowly walked towards the Great Elder, and as he took steps, an incomparably powerful and terrifying aura surged out from him like an overwhelming force.

"For hundreds of years, I have been sealed by you at the bottom of the underworld, suffering endless pain and torture all the time, but I am still better than you and my useless brother. After so many years, you have only made this little progress, which really disappoints me."

"You dare to usurp the throne?" Yao Ming sneered.

I can truly feel how powerful this breath is.

“Two-star Douluo!” The Great Elder gritted his teeth, his face turning pale.

He had never expected that after being suppressed and sealed for so many years, this demon Ming was not only alive, but his strength did not decline but improved instead, directly soaring from the level of a half-saint to a two-star Douluo.

Moreover, he had just escaped from trouble and his strength was quickly restored.

"I only used less than 60% of my strength when I hit you. Of course, this is also the limit of the fighting spirit I can mobilize at the moment. You, do you still want to resist?" Yao Ming asked indifferently.

"."The Great Elder was silent.

"As expected of you, you are the leader of the Yaoming clan. Your talent is much stronger than that of Yao Xiaotian!" Elder Ming, Elder Xian and others were delighted when they heard this and praised him one after another.

As magical beasts, their cultivation speed may not be as fast as that of humans, but they have a much longer lifespan than humans.

Therefore, in the Warcraft world, it takes hundreds of years to reach the two-star Douluo from a half-saint, which is already a very good speed, not to mention that this is under the condition of being suppressed and sealed.

The other powerful warriors of the Nine Netherworld Python also had different expressions, but no matter what they were thinking, they were all wise enough to remain on the sidelines at this moment.

"All elders listen up, set up the Ten Thousand Snakes Formation and kill this impostor!" The Great Elder roared as he looked at the approaching Yao Ming.

However, everyone looked at each other, but no one took any action.

"Asshole, all these years of hard work have gone to waste."

The Great Elder's heart sank when he saw this, filled with anger, unwillingness, and fear.

He originally thought that over the years, they had managed the entire Nine Netherworld Python Clan like an iron barrel and were able to control it completely.

But now the cruel reality tells him that this kind of control is simply an illusion. Once a crisis occurs, the so-called control is a complete joke.

"Chief Yao Ming is dead, he was a bullshitter!" The great elder had a ferocious look on his face and shouted at everyone unwillingly.

"You are so stubborn." Yao Ming shook his head upon seeing this.

He paused, looking at the Great Elder with a cold gaze, "I will make you give up completely."

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly opened his mouth and a black light flashed out from it, and finally turned into a black scepter half a meter in size, appearing in his hand.

The scepter was completely black, with two lifelike black poisonous snakes entwined on the top. Between the two snakes was a fist-sized black bead that emitted a faint cold glow.

Yao Ming raised his staff and shouted, "Elders, do you recognize this thing?"

"The Nine Netherworld Staff! It's the Nine Netherworld Staff that has been lost for hundreds of years!"

"This is the clan leader's token!"

Looking at the black scepter, the expressions of all the elders in the sky changed, and immediately there was a surge of enthusiasm in their eyes.

From the scepter, they felt a pressure that came from their blood.

According to legend, the snake bead in the Nine Nether Staff contains the purest bloodline of the Nine Nether royal family.

If the current Nine Netherworld Python clan could possess these bloodlines, it would undoubtedly greatly alleviate the problem of thin bloodlines.

“No wonder we couldn’t find the Nine Netherworld Staff no matter how hard we tried. It turns out that bastard swallowed it!” The Great Elder’s face became increasingly paler and uglier, and his fists clenched tightly.

"Grand Elder?" Holding the scepter, Yao Ming looked at the Grand Elder, "Are you giving up?"

"Great elder, just surrender. Whoever holds the Nine Netherworld Staff will be the patriarch of the Nine Netherworld Python Clan. This is the railroad track of our clan for generations." An elder sighed and advised.

"Yes, when we let Yao Xiaotian become the clan leader, we had already said that this was just a temporary measure. And you all promised that if clan leader Yao Ming appeared, you would return the position of clan leader to him." The three elders who were named by Yao Ming earlier also spoke.