Fighting Break Sphere: I, Jiufeng, start by killing Ziyan

Countless pieces of gravel splashed and scattered in all directions, creating an extremely spectacular scene.

"I thought it was so hard? Is it just this?" Jiufeng said disdainfully.

This scene made Yao Ming tremble with fear. He opened his eyes wide, his face full of disbelief.

He already knew that Jiufeng was powerful, but he didn't expect her to be so powerful.

The Yellow Springs Yin Stone exploded, and the mechanism hidden inside was not spared and was directly destroyed by this powerful impact.

As the mechanism was broken, the power that bound Yao Ming dissipated instantly.

"Hahaha, I'm free! Yao Xiaotian, you bastard, just wait for me! I will not be a human being if I don't avenge this!" After being freed, Yao Ming seemed extremely excited. He howled to the sky, and his laughter was full of desire for revenge.

He wished he could leave here immediately, fly to Yao Xiaotian, and return all the pain he had endured over the years to him.

Jiufeng frowned and looked at him coldly.

This glance pierced Yao Ming like a cold ray, causing him to stop laughing instantly and shrink to the side like a frightened quail.

"I'm sorry, Master. I was so excited that I lost my composure. Please forgive me."

Yao Ming lowered his head and spoke cautiously. Only then did he realize that although he had regained his freedom, he had fallen into the control of another, more powerful force.

Jiufeng ignored him, picked up Yaoming, and left the Nine Netherworld in a flash.

Next, it’s time to control the Nine Netherworld Python Clan!

Jiufeng, carrying Yaoming, had just emerged from the underworld when she saw two men in black.

The younger one among them bore a striking resemblance to Yao Ming, emanating the aura of a late-stage One-Star Dou Sheng. Standing next to him was an older man, slightly weaker in the mid-stage One-Star Dou Sheng realm.

Without thinking too much, these two people must be the patriarch Yao Xiaotian and the great elder of the Nine Netherworld Python Clan.

When Yao Xiaotian saw Jiufeng carrying Yao Ming, his expression instantly darkened. He immediately shouted at Jiufeng, "Who the hell are you? How dare you interfere in the affairs of our Nine Netherworld Python Clan?"

Not long ago, he was still immersed in singing and dancing, enjoying the luxurious feast prepared for him by his clan.

But suddenly, his heart was shaken, and he sensed that the mechanism that trapped Yao Ming was destroyed.

Realizing that something was wrong, Yao Xiaotian did not hesitate at all and immediately rushed over with the Great Elder.

The reason why Yao Xiaotian didn't take action immediately was because he felt a strong sense of crisis from Jiufeng, which made his back chill.

Moreover, he tried his best but was unable to see through Jiufeng's realm.

With years of experience, Yao Xiaotian concluded that the person in front of him was very likely even stronger than him.

But this is the territory of the Nine Netherworld Python Clan after all. As long as he wants, the elders of the clan will be able to come to support him soon.

As the patriarch, he has his own pride and must not show weakness in front of others.

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Chapter 65 Whatever Makes You Happy

Yao Ming, who was being carried by Jiufeng, suddenly had bloodshot eyes that turned red the moment he saw Yao Xiaotian.

Those eyes were filled with resentment and deep hatred.

It was his own brother who imprisoned him in the underworld with his own hands, causing him to suffer from the invasion and torture of cold and evil forces for many years, and every day was like being in hell.

At this moment, Yao Ming had thousands of words in his heart that he wanted to curse out, and he wished he could rush up immediately and cut Yao Xiaotian into pieces.

But when he thought of Jiufeng beside him, he swallowed back those vicious words.

Yao Ming still remembered that Jiu Feng was annoyed by his noise.

Although he couldn't make a sound, his eyes were fixed on Yao Xiaotian. His gaze seemed to be able to turn into a sharp blade. If looks could really kill, Yao Xiaotian would have died countless times already.

"Haha, who was I thinking it was? Turns out to be my good brother. How is it? Are you having a good time in the underworld?" Yao Xiaotian looked at Yao Ming with a sarcastic sneer on his face.

Yao Ming looked at Yao Xiaotian with even more resentment in his eyes. He wanted to curse, but in the end he forced himself to hold back.

"Sir, I don't care who you are. As long as you hand him over to me, I will forgive you for breaking into our Nine Netherworld Python Clan today. Otherwise..." Yao Xiaotian was still shouting to himself, not realizing that he was dancing on the edge of a knife.

Jiufeng frowned slightly as she listened to Yao Xiaotian's words, a hint of displeasure flashing in her eyes.

"Noisy!"

He glanced at Yao Xiaotian coldly, his eyes seemed to carry a thousand-year-old frost.

Yao Xiaotian felt a chill running from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, and his whole body felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave. He couldn't help but shiver.

But soon he came to his senses and realized that he was frightened by the other party's look in his own territory. A strong anger surged in his heart, and he felt ashamed of his cowardice.

This is his territory. As long as he wants, his clansmen can arrive quickly and then work together to form a formation. They will not be afraid even of a three-star Douluo.

This is also the reason why Yao Xiaotian is not too afraid of Jiufeng.

"Sir..." Yao Xiaotian was about to speak again, but before he could finish his words, Jiufeng had already moved.

A hint of annoyance flashed across Jiufeng's eyes. He casually waved his arm, and a fighting spirit attack, carrying a terrifying force that could destroy the world, shot towards Yao Xiaotian at a speed that was too fast to be seen.

Jiufeng originally wanted to let Yao Ming come and see his strength, but Yao Xiaotian actually came to provoke and threaten him.

How could Jiufeng bear this?

This seemingly random attack of fighting spirit was actually swift and contained powerful energy.

Yao Xiaotian and the white-haired elder beside him suddenly changed their expressions. They knew very well in their hearts that the power of Jiufeng's attack was so terrifying that it was beyond imagination. It was several times more powerful than the strongest fighting skills they had used with all their strength.

The attack came too fast and locked onto them, making it impossible for them to escape.

"What should we do?" The Great Elder's voice trembled, his eyes full of fear and despair.

Only at this time did Yao Xiaotian feel regret.

Yao Xiaotian gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice, "Let's fight! To take this attack, we must use all our strength!"

"Sealing technique, Huangquan Great Seal!"

"Yellow Spring Finger!"

These two fighting skills are the strongest in their respective fields.

A huge black seal emitting a gloomy aura and a giant yellow finger flashing with a strange yellow light appeared out of thin air and rushed towards Jiufeng's attack.

However, after the two attacks of their strongest fighting skills collided with Jiufeng's attack, they only stalemated for a very short moment before being easily blown up like fragile bubbles.

Jiufeng's terrifying fighting spirit attack continued to move forward, carrying tremendous power and continuing to hit the two of them fiercely.

Yao Xiaotian and the Great Elder's expressions changed drastically, but it was too late to use any means to resist.

They could only watch as Jiufeng's attacks came crashing down on their bodies.

"Boom!" With a deafening sound, the attack hit the two men accurately.

The moment they were hit, Yao Xiaotian and the Great Elder felt as if their internal organs were violently stirred by a huge force. Their throats felt sweet, and a large amount of blood gushed out uncontrollably. Then, their bodies flew backwards several feet like kites with broken strings.

The two men fell heavily to the ground, raising a cloud of dust. Their faces were as pale as paper, and they coughed up mouthfuls of blood. The blood was even mixed with tiny fragments of internal organs, and they looked extremely miserable.

Jiufeng just struck out casually and seriously injured the two men.

Jiufeng looked at the two people lying on the ground in a miserable state, his eyes full of disdain. He didn't use much strength just now, he was just unhappy with the two people.

If it's not dead, then I'll take it back and use it as a power bank for Qinglin to help her upgrade; even if it's dead, it doesn't matter, I can put it away and use it to make puppets later.

At his current level, he acts according to his heart and does whatever makes him happy.

If he is in a bad mood one day, even if he kills Yao Ming, Jiu Feng will never regret it.

If you want to kill me, then kill me. Who can make him pay the price?

Yao Xiaotian and the Great Elder were breathing weakly and were seriously injured, but they still had a breath left.

Jiufeng thought: Okay, then let’s take it back and let Qinglin control it.

Jiufeng casually decided the fate of these two people.

Perhaps this fate, worse than death, is an even more cruel torture for both of them.

At this time, a burst of hurried footsteps was heard, and the elders of the Nine Netherworld Python Clan finally hurried over.

Everyone's attention was still focused on Yao Xiaotian and the Great Elder who had fallen to the ground with serious injuries.

"Clan leader..."

He just looked towards Jiufeng, but when his eyes accidentally swept over Yaoming, who was being carried by Jiufeng like a chicken, the second half of his sentence instantly got stuck in his throat and turned into an exclamation of disbelief, "Chief Yaoming?!"

Jiufeng threw Yao Ming to the ground casually, as if he was throwing away an insignificant object, then crossed his arms across his chest, indicating that Yao Ming should go and explain to the elders himself.

Yao Ming staggered to his feet, took a deep breath, and looked at Yao Xiaotian, who was lying on the ground like a dead dog, with relief. He suppressed the complicated emotions in his heart, raised his hand and summoned the token of the patriarch of the Jiuyou Diming Python Clan.

As soon as the token appeared, it instantly attracted the attention of all the elders.

"Elders, I am Yao Ming, the previous clan leader." Yao Ming's eyes slowly swept over the faces of each elder. "Just a hundred years ago, Yao Xiaotian and the Great Elder conspired to frame me..."

Then, Yao Ming blabbered to the elders about the various crimes that Yao Xiaotian had committed in his attempt to usurp the position of clan leader.

At this time, Yao Xiaotian and the Great Elder were already seriously injured and collapsed to the ground, dying.

Even their former confidants wisely chose to remain silent when they saw the one-sided situation. No one dared to stand up and speak for them and fight against Yao Ming at this time.

Seeing that the elders were all on his side, he straightened his slightly messy clothes and came to Jiufeng respectfully.

"Owner!"

Chapter 66 Underworld Demon Saint

The word "Master" shocked everyone present.

The head of the family actually willingly calls the mysterious and powerful man in front of him his master?

Doesn't that mean that their Nine Netherworld Python Clan will also be controlled by this person in the future?

They looked at each other, then at the miserable end of Yao Xiaotian and the Great Elder. They were frightened and finally chose to remain silent, not daring to raise any objection.

"Spare their lives for now, and take me to the place where your Demon Saint is inherited." Jiufeng pointed at Yao Xiaotian and the Great Elder on the ground and ordered Yao Ming.

Jiufeng was not interested in how Yao Ming would reorganize the Nine Netherworld Python Clan next.

Jiufeng now only wants to get the inheritance of the Yellow Springs Demon Saint as soon as possible.

"Yes, master!" Although Yao Ming wanted to kill Yao Xiaotian and the Great Elder immediately to avenge the blood feud of all these years, he did not dare to disobey Jiufeng's order. He could only suppress the hatred in his heart and responded respectfully.