Don’t Mess with that Turtle
Chapter 413 - 413 80 Kan Trigram_1

413: Chapter 80 Kan Trigram_1 413: Chapter 80 Kan Trigram_1 Darkness fell before his eyes.

The four cultivators from the Sealed Emperor’s Palace who had been Knocking on the Immortal’s Door all retreated explosively at the same time.

Three punishments descended, obstructing hearing, sight, and even the abilities within Divine Sense—all were severedin together.

The entire world was engulfed in darkness—or rather, not darkness, for Su He had experienced this sensation before: it was the void, so profound that even darkness wasn’t perceivable!

Expressions of varying degrees of shock appeared on the faces of the four, being trapped within the prison yet still able to inflict backlash from the punishment.

What kind of technique was this?

Shocked yet unflustered, the iron chains in their hands shattered into a sky full of iron powder.

Though their eyes, ears, and noses were taken, the sense of touch remained intact.

They used the iron powder as a medium to sense the world, similar to how Su He used water to perceive his surroundings, only much more sophisticated.

Su He could sense only movement, while their iron powder, glowing faintly, was likely no different from Divine Sense.

The burly man Bear Leopard tore off his clothes, revealing a large eye pattern on his back.

At the center of the eye, instead of a pupil, there was a real eye—the one that had been gouged from him.

This eye was covered with a membrane and could not see, but as soon as it appeared, it emitted countless curse texts, each of which was a tiny eye that accurately landed on each speck of iron powder.

An eyeball hovered above the heads of the four, their senses connected, as their hollow eyes simultaneously looked towards Ji Feixue.

There was clearly no gaze, yet the sensation of being peered at felt eerie to the extreme.

Ji Feixue sighed faintly, disappointment showing on her face.

These four guys had only used three punishments, lacking any excitement.

There was no quartering by horses, slicing at the waist, or drawing and quartering.

Absolutely lackluster.

Even though the punishments of the Sealed Emperor’s Palace leaned towards torture, there should have been branding or something.

Wouldn’t branding damage the sense of touch?

She had wanted to deal with them easily, yet now she had to take action herself.

Stretching lazily, she took a step forward and already appeared outside the prison.

She emerged where the Commandery Princess Ping Zhen had been while the princess herself let out a muffled grunt, finding herself within the prison.

It was as if they had switched places.

The four’s expressions sank simultaneously, without the need for words; the vibrations from the iron powder told them everything they needed to know.

A jail formed at the cost of countless Sealed Emperor Cultivators couldn’t confine Ji Feixue for even a moment!

The middle-aged Scholar suddenly produced a book from nowhere.

With a smack of his palm, the book unfolded.

Each page was a Big Array, thundering down towards Ji Feixue.

The hulking Bear Leopard slapped his thighs, crying out loud with tears as large as beans falling to the ground.

Where they landed, they became entities resembling Gu insects, though not actual Gu Insects, but cursed texts twisted into being, wriggling towards Ji Feixue.

The emaciated Old Man on the other side, only half the size of a normal person, snapped his own arm with a crack, not even blinking.

He pulverized his arm with a palm strike, turning it into ash-like substance and smearing it onto Bear Leopard and the middle-aged Scholar.

Touched by the bone ash, both men emitted a golden glow akin to an Arhat.

Their bodies visibly solidified.

The three acted together, but Ji Feixue seemed oblivious.

She turned her head to Su He, who was taking a beating, and said, “Little Master, watch closely how the pen should be used!”

As Su He’s Mountain Divine God Seal clashed with Feng Rong, he was sent flying backward, crashing into a mountain.

It took a while before he could stagger out, shaking his head to clear it.

Stepping Sky Four-fold was indeed unbeatable!

Listening to Ji Feixue’s voice, he looked up.

He saw Ji Feixue holding a pen in one hand, her seductive smile gone, her eyebrows lightly inverted, exuding a rare tranquility.

Yet this serenity, when manifesting on her, felt all the more criminal.

Her slender jade finger tapped on the Opening Heaven Pen.

A hum!

A wave rippled from the Opening Heaven Pen.

Su He felt as if blessed by divine enlightenment, a feeling of being in unity with the heavens and earth arose.

Through the Opening Heaven Pen, he merged with the entire world, similar to the sensation of praying to the heavens and the earth.

There seemed to be no secrets in his view.

Ji Feixue was connecting with the heavens and earth!

Su He burst out from the crushed rocks, rushing forward as Feng Rong’s Iron Chains whipped towards him.

The four predecessors had failed, none a match for Ji Feixue, probably not even capable of slightly delaying her.

Before their defeat, he must seize this Turtle!

He gazed intently at Su He; the Third Emperor’s Son’s command still rang in his ears—to capture the Dragon Turtle, to evaluate all its abilities, especially the Spirit Snake on its back.

Once commanded by the Third Emperor’s Son, he’d do his best.

But something about this Dragon Turtle was off!

It only displayed the combat power of Stepping Sky Three-fold, no way it could have killed Feng Yin!

It was the Spirit Snake on the back!

The Dragon Turtle hadn’t yet used the Spirit Snake.

The Iron Chain made a crisp sound, carrying Thunder towards Su He.

The roaring thunder shattered the space; the strike was utterly unreserved, showcasing the power of Stepping Sky Four-fold.

He was determined to force out the Dragon Turtle’s depths!

Su He’s Turtle Body closed its eyes, linked to the world through the Opening Heaven Pen.

At this moment, the strength and weaknesses of Feng Rong’s Iron Chains, their seventy-three variations, lay bare to him with absolute clarity.

He wasn’t seeing it; the world was assessing it for him.

The Spirit Snake on his back hissed, its tail lashing out so that rain poured down, with A thousand weigh drops shooting out.

This time not all raindrops turned into A thousand weigh drops—only a few carried all of Su He’s Tao Cultivation, each one striking crucial points.

A drop collided with the Iron Chain, making the whiplike Iron Chain instantly change direction, its undiminished might now directed at another Sealed Emperor Palace Monk.

Feng Rong’s expression changed as his hand shook, and the chain whipped back hurriedly to strike at Su He again.

But just then, another A thousand weigh drop rushed in, hitting the turning point of the Iron Chain, the Thunder exploding loudly.

The Iron Chain suddenly whipped in the opposite direction.