Don’t Mess with that Turtle
Chapter 108 - 108 107 Turtle Cap_1

108: Chapter 107: Turtle Cap_1 108: Chapter 107: Turtle Cap_1 This shock was by no means a trivial matter.

The stone statues were not cultivated by them; the method of cultivating the Big Ming King Demon Statues had long been lost.

These few were found in relics.

Thirty-four fellow disciples had all tried, and each had their “fear” from the Seven Emotions severed, leading to the death of three.

Yet only the eight of them could fuse with the stone statues.

Every fragment on the stone statue was an indispensable part of the Big Ming King Demon Statue, and every diminishment in these fragments led to a corresponding decrease in combat power.

“Clang!” A bell rang, and a copper bell came flying from the opposite side.

Ge Hong crossed his hands to block and was shaken back by a hundred yards.

The colossal sound wave flipped the clouds in the sky and reached Qingyuan, lighting up the Qingyuan Gate Mountain Protection Formation, which creaked and managed to block it.

What then fell on Qingyuan Mountain was but the sound of thunder.

Ge Hong pulled himself out of the mountain.

Without mana, the Big Ming King Demon Statue, after all, was not a match for a true Stepping Sky Realm, and he could only fight with his physical body.

He had also lost his hair, which weakened his combat power.

He looked back towards Qingyuan, in the direction of the Prison, and saw a Dragon Turtle next to Elder Ge radiating an extreme allure.

The stone statue’s hair had been refined by it.

Was this the Divine God Beast disciple taken in by his great uncle?

On the day of the prison break, he had left in a hurry without even a glance at it.

Considering everything, this Dragon Turtle had a much closer relationship with him than others did.

But oh, how he wanted to hit it!

“Come here!”

Ge Hong reached out and Su He, only having the time to throw Feng Yaya onto Elder Ge’s back, flew out uncontrollably and was pressed onto Ge Hong’s stone statue’s head by the hand: “Hold tight, Turtle Kid!”

Su He gripped the head tightly with all four limbs, looking utterly baffled.

“What’s to be baffled, huh?

You refined our…

pah!

You refined my hair, and now you won’t give me a hat to wear?”

“Don’t daze out, connect your qi!”

Su He was even more bewildered.

How to connect with this thing?

By sending in spiritual power?

Su He redirected the spiritual power throughout his body and channeled it through his plastron into the bald head beneath him.

“Pah, pah, pah!

What the hell are you trying to do, Turtle Kid?

I’m not dead yet, and you want to cultivate the Big Ming King Demon Statue?” Ge Hong spat out his spiritual power.

“How did you refine the hair, do the same now.”

Refine the head?

This, Su He was good at.

Fu Mountain unfolded and enveloped the bald head beneath it.

Fu Mountain was an Innate Divine Ability of the Dragon Turtle, resembling an invisible fishing net that could refine anything it ensnared.

The only problem was that the objects refined by Fu Mountain only served to strengthen the External Phase Turtle Mountain and did not advance Su He’s own cultivation.

In fact, Fu Mountain could not refine endlessly—after all, the External Phase Turtle Mountain was carried on Su He’s back.

If he refined the External Appearance to an extremely powerful state, Su He would be the first to be unable to bear the weight.

“Right, just like that…

just wrap it around!

Don’t suck, stop sucking!” Ge Hong, unable to see Fu Mountain, could feel it though.

The copper bell came again from the opposite side.

With a roar, Ge Hong rushed up and smashed his fist out.

Numerous phantoms stacked upon the punch: collapsing mountains, shattered sects, rivers flowing with blood—this was the murderous aura condensed, creating illusions.

The stone fist met the copper bell without a sound emitted, merely mountains, sects, and blood rivers dissipating in a moment, and the copper bell silently flew back.

Rock shards burst from the stone fist, showering outwards, but then they all fell back onto the fist.

It was only at this moment that the ringing of the bell boomed through the void.

“Clang!”

Su He felt his entire sea of consciousness trembling with the booming sound.

Protected by the statue, the other damages brought by the copper bell were all blocked, leaving only the reverberating sound.

“Only possessing the combat power of a Stepping Sky Realm in his physical body, he is not a concern.

A single person can suppress two Big Ming King Demon Statues,” spoken in a deep voice by the only female Stepping Sky Realm of the Xuan Tian Gate, with her eyes closed beneath the copper bell.

After all, external aids were external aids.

But two people at the peak of the Demonic Realm, using two stone statues to withstand a Stepping Sky Realm, truly proved that the Big Ming King Demon Statues were existences that defied the heavens.

Boom!

A loud noise erupted.

A Big Ming King Demon Statue was smashed into the ground by a Stepping Sky, seals cascading down onto the earth.

The stone statue, unable to fight back, punched the ground and burrowed out from the other side, shattering the earth as it went.

The Xuan Tian Gate Stepping Sky tapped the ground lightly.

His touch turned the ground to steel.

The burrowing stone statue was immediately trapped.

Two other stone statues charged forward, roaring as they shattered the seals with their fists and pulled their trapped comrade to safety.

Eight stone statues quickly formed teams of two, looking up at the nine Stepping Sky members from the Xuan Tian Gate in the sky.

Su He’s mind stopped ringing, and he felt a wave of suffocation.

What business did he, a mere Turtle Kid, have in such a high-level conflict?!

Not to mention the lengthy growth cycles of Dragon Turtles, even by the standards of a regular turtle, he was still just a half-grown kid—not even at mating age!

Luo Ruging’s laughter rang out, “Master Feng plans to use these eight stone statues to stop Xuan Tian?

Isn’t that wishful thinking?”

If Qingyuan was only capable of subduing Mu Tung with the Big Ming King Demon Statue, then Qingyuan could be defeated!

He looked beyond the stone statues to the other twenty-plus from the Demonic Realm.

There were another twenty-three from the Demonic Realm, plus four to five from each of the seven veins within Qingyuan Gate, although not all were present within the sect at that moment—thirteen were out on the battlefield in other realms.

But what remained was still considerable.

When Luo Ruging had arrived, he had brought only nine Stepping Sky members and thirty from the Demonic Realm.

The Butler…

if possible, it was best not to utilize him.

It could lower his standing in his grandfather’s eyes.

He gestured downward, “Elder Ku, stay behind and keep watch over Feng Yi Ju; other seniors, do not separate.

Join forces to destroy the Big Ming King Demon Statues.

Remaining disciples, form arrays and eliminate the enemy!”

He then shouted in the direction of the East Cloud, “All sects of the East Cloud, heed my command!

Assist Xuan Tian in breaking through Qingyuan.

Any who slacken, I will show no mercy in decimating your mountains and smashing your sects after the battle!”

Excited voices came from within East Cloud Mountain, “Luangzhu Sword Sect obeys!”

It was the same voice that had previously confronted Feng Yi Ju.

“Kuzhu Temple obeys!”

“Demon Divine God Gate obeys!”

“Red Jade Building…”

Voices rose one after another.

Feng Yi Ju looked back towards East Cloud Mountain and spoke in a grave tone, “The enmity between Qingyuan Gate and Xuan Tian Gate is no private feud.

You should all consider why it began and avoid leading your sects into injustice.

The great battle has just begun; if you are willing to leave now, the promises made earlier still stand, and Qingyuan will bear all losses alone!”

The Sect Leader of the Luangzhu Sword Sect laughed loudly, “Master Feng, you must have clouded your mind.

Where do righteousness and injustice come from in East Cloud Mountain?”

Another voice came through, “Does Master Feng want to talk about righteousness?

What about Left Su’er, Mu Tu, and Peng Nanny—are they not issues that Qingyuan Gate should explain?

More of our comrades from East Cloud have died in these ten days than in the previous hundred years combined!

Qingyuan Gate deserves to be eliminated!”

To the southwest of East Cloud, Fengming Mansion.

Fengming Mansion had long since closed its mountain; the mountain gate was sealed on the day of the great battle between Chi Yang and Fire Velvet.

At this moment, the chief disciple stood beside the Sect Leader, “Master, as Xuan Tian eradicates Qingyuan Gate, are we not participating?”

Joining now would not only win the favor of Xuan Tian Gate but could also yield considerable gains.

The Master of Fengming Mansion shook his head, “There have been hundreds of sects in East Cloud Mountain since ten thousand years ago, and no fewer than twenty have led.

Where are they now?

If we partake in exterminating Qingyuan today, tomorrow we would be the leaders of East Cloud, and our destruction would not be far behind.”

He gazed in the direction of Qingyuan Gate, the information Feng Yi Ju had revealed earlier was far too shocking.

Two successive leaders of realms had been destroyed by a Prison Ghost…

What role did Xuan Tian Gate play in that?

He murmured to himself, “Don’t be too strong, don’t be too weak, remaining the third strongest in East Cloud is just right.”