I, the peerless poisonous pet, was picked up and brought home by the little medical fairy

Chapter 195 Reclaiming the Position of Clan Chief!

"Let you go? Do you think that's even possible?"

Lu Chuan looked down at Yao Xiaotian, who was begging for mercy like a dog, and a cold glint flashed in his eyes.

For someone as ruthless and unscrupulous as Yao Xiaotian, who does things by any means necessary.

He knew full well that his nature was hard to change.

Once he seizes the opportunity to turn the tables, the other party will not hesitate to bite back and repay the humiliation a hundredfold or a thousandfold.

Therefore, Lu Chuan was not moved in the slightest by Yao Xiaotian's pleas for mercy.

"Qinglin, I'm entrusting it to you!"

Lu Chuan said to Qing Lin.

"Ok!"

Qinglin nodded slightly.

As she finished speaking, the green light in her eyes flickered again.

A deep and eerie light shot out, precisely aimed at Yao Xiaotian's eyes.

Under the illumination of this mysterious light, Yao Xiaotian instantly felt an irresistible force surging into the depths of his soul.

He struggled desperately, trying to break free from this strange control, but the light was like an invisible shackle, binding him tightly.

As the green light continued to flash, Yao Xiaotian's struggles gradually became futile.

Finally, under Qinglin's indifferent gaze...

Yao Xiaotian's body rapidly shrank, transforming into a wisp of green light that swept back into Qinglin's eyes.

"Next, it's your turn."

Lu Chuan said coldly, his sharp gaze fixed on the Grand Elder in the sky.

When the Grand Elder saw Yao Xiaotian being easily defeated by Lu Chuan and then being taken into the Jade Serpent Three-Flower Pupil by Qing Lin, he had the idea of ​​escaping.

Unexpectedly, this seemingly young human possesses such immense power.

At this moment, facing Lu Chuan's undisguised hostility, he felt uneasy.

"Could you spare my life?"

The elder lowered his head, adopting a humble posture, and pleaded with Lu Chuan.

He knew in his heart that with his current strength, he was no match for Lu Chuan.

However, despite the elder's pleas for mercy, Lu Chuan showed no intention of letting him go.

Both the Grand Elder and Yao Xiaotian are treacherous and vicious people; let him go.

In the future, they might be thinking about how they will deal with themselves.

"Don't think about it!"

Immediately, he sprang up and rushed towards the Grand Elder like a bolt of lightning.

His palm was imbued with immense power and carried a formidable aura.

The elder was terrified and tried to resist by channeling his inner energy, but Lu Chuan was too fast and too strong.

He didn't even have time to react before he was struck by Lu Chuan's palm.

In that instant, he felt as if his body was being crushed by a mountain, and the sound of bones breaking echoed in his ears.

"puff!……"

He coughed up a mouthful of blood and fell like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily to the ground, barely breathing.

At this moment, countless sounds of wind breaking echoed throughout the entire mountain range, and powerful auras burst forth.

Clearly, Lu Chuan's battle with these two had alarmed the entire Nine Netherworld Python Clan.

At this moment, the sky was filled with numerous powerful members of the Nine Netherworld Python Clan.

Seeing that the Grand Elder was seriously injured, these people all glared angrily at Lu Chuan and his companions.

The Nine Netherworld Python Clan is one of the three major clans in the world of Warcraft.

The fact that someone had sneaked into their territory was undoubtedly a great insult to them.

What they found even more intolerable was that the newcomers were not only incredibly audacious, but they also beat up their Grand Elder, which was nothing short of a provocation against the entire Nine Netherworld Python Clan.

"Boy, who exactly are you? How dare you run wild in my Nine Netherworld Python Clan!"

An old man in a gray robe reprimanded Lu Chuan. This old man in gray robe was one of the elders of the Nine Netherworld Python Clan.

At this moment, his face was full of anger.

Clearly, they were very dissatisfied with Lu Chuan's arrogance.

Despite the old man in gray robes' rebuke and the angry glares from many powerful figures, Lu Chuan remained calm and fearless.

"Elder Xian, Elder Ming, Elder Liu!"

Just then, Yao Ming stepped forward, his figure standing out conspicuously in front of everyone.

At this time, his physical condition had recovered considerably, and his originally withered and thin body had become much taller.

Yao Ming turned his gaze to three of the elders in the sky opposite him.

These three elders were his closest confidants when he was the clan chief.

"You are... Chief Yaoming!"

The members of the Nine Netherworld Python Clan present naturally recognized him as their former clan leader.

At this point, everyone was talking about it.

It had long been rumored that the Demon Lord had suffered a cultivation mishap and died suddenly.

It has been gone for a century!

"Fellow clansmen, back then, Yao Xiaotian, together with the Grand Elder, poisoned and injured me, and then sealed me at the bottom of the Nine Netherworld!"

"If I hadn't been saved by you, I'm afraid I would have been sealed in the Netherworld for the rest of my life!"

Yao Ming recounted the events of that year.

Then, he opened his mouth and spat it out.

A black scepter, about half a meter in size, appeared in his hand.

This scepter is entirely black.

The top is formed by two lifelike black venomous snakes intertwined, and in the middle is a black bead the size of a fist.

"This is... the Nine Netherworld Staff?"

"This is the clan leader's token!"

Upon gazing at the black scepter, the expressions of all the elders in the sky changed.

His eyes immediately blazed with fervor.

They felt a powerful pressure emanating from that scepter.

Legend has it that within the serpent pearl of the Nine Nether Scepter lies the purest bloodline of the Nine Nether royal family. If the current Nine Nether Earth Python Clan could possess this bloodline, it would undoubtedly greatly slow down the rate at which their bloodline thins.

"You should recognize that Yao Xiaotian is now dead. If any of you think I've done something wrong, you're welcome to attack me..."

Yao Ming raised his scepter and shouted.

Many elders of the Nine Netherworld Python Clan were shocked, never expecting that Clan Chief Xiaotian was already dead.

Now, Yao Ming has taken out the Nine Nether Scepter. According to the clan's rules, whoever holds the scepter is the clan leader. Therefore, most of the elders submitted after hesitating for a moment.

"Welcome back, Chief Yaoming!"

"Welcome back, Chief Yaoming!"

However, among these voices, there were also some dissenting voices. These were all Yao Xiaotian's die-hard fans who wanted to escape from here.

"Hmph, you traitor, die!"

Yao Ming moved swiftly, chasing after him and killing one of the rebels almost instantly.

He displayed the imposing aura of a two-star Dou Sheng.

No one expected that the Demon Clan Chief, after being trapped for so long, would have his cultivation level regress instead of progress.

This talent far surpasses that of Clan Chief Xiaotian, and in an instant, everyone was convinced.

"Elders, you shall resolve the affairs of the clan. Those who should not be kept alive shall not be kept any longer..."

After killing those rebellious elders, Yao Ming turned around and said calmly.

If he wants to regain power, he must first eliminate some of Yao Xiaotian's confidants; otherwise, trouble will ensue sooner or later.

(End of this chapter)