Don’t Mess with that Turtle
Chapter 420 - 420 83 Switching Roles of Host and Guest_2

420: Chapter 83 Switching Roles of Host and Guest_2 420: Chapter 83 Switching Roles of Host and Guest_2 Feng Rong’s long spear in his hand was just a feint, his wrist shook and the spear thrust toward the Spirit Snake.

The Spirit Snake, however, circled around gracefully as if embodying Tai Chi, curving along the sharp edge of the spear and then turning to bite down on the shaft, shattering the Dragon Head.

The Spirit Snake vanished from sight.

The spear, on the other hand, was literally bitten into.

Grinding his teeth in fury, Feng Rong spat blood onto the eyes symbol on top of his head, which radiated a brilliant light, scanning in all directions.

Meanwhile, Su He leapt up and rose on the waves, soaring straight into the Nine Heavens.

“I’m here, I’m here, no need to look!”

Feng Rong’s breathing grew more labored as he glared at Su He, his teeth set on edge.

It had been said that when White Spirit dominated the starry skies, countless beings hated her so much they wanted to devour her flesh.

Feng Rong could not comprehend that then.

They were all cultivators who cultivated their minds and spirits.

Kill if there was killing, what’s with all these thoughts.

But now, he fully understood that feeling of hate, wishing he could peel the Turtle alive, strip its bones, and slice it into Turtle Life!

He was critically wounded and near death, yet this Turtle seemed to be playing games with him as if it was all a joke, neither fighting to the death nor letting him go but eroding his patience little by little, like a cat toying with a mouse.

Ironically, the Turtle’s Tao Cultivation wasn’t even high enough to toy with him like this; it was only because of the Three Phases Monk’s self-destruction that he had been grievously injured.

“Su He!

If I don’t die this time, I will annihilate your entire Sect!” Feng Rong roared toward the sky.

He wouldn’t die; he couldn’t die!

With Kan Trigram in his possession, the Sealed Emperor’s Palace would certainly not allow anything to happen to him.

Su He was flying in the sky and turned back in surprise, “My family doesn’t have many members, wiping out my Sect isn’t complicated.

Who do you want to kill first?

Should I call them for you?

Thai Zu?

Wasteland Ancestor?

Or Red Ancestor?

Or perhaps someone weaker, like Uncle Zhu or Uncle Lei?”

Feng Rong’s hand gripping the long spear trembled violently.

Shaking his head seriously, Su He said, “My kid is off-limits!

If you dare to touch Ya Ya, I am certain that all the uncles and ancestors won’t play nice anymore and will strike all at once.

You won’t be able to protect yourself, much less your entire family!”

Feng Rong’s trembling intensified, “Three Phases Bald Donkey, I curse you to never know peace!”

If he was going to die, then so be it, but to wait until he was in range to self-destruct!

If not for the Three Phases” self-destruction, how could he possibly be oppressed by the Dragon Turtle like this!

You deserve to die without a complete corpse!

Su He blinked, “That… Three Phases Great Master is quite at peace!

What exploded was merely an Avatar, how does that hinder his true body?

He can just refine another Avatar!

One avatar annihilated two Stepping Sky Six-fold from Sealed Emperor’s Palace, I wonder what kind of reward he will get when he returns to Gujing Pavilion!”

Perhaps Gujing Pavilion, turning a blind eye, would even allow his affair with Qian Qianzi!

Suddenly, Feng Rong looked up at Su He incredulously, his breathing hurried, and with a roar, he stomped and soared up high, thrusting his spear at Su He.

“Well met!” Su He laughed boldly, with utter disdain on his face, but his eyes were fixated intently on the long spear in his hand.

With a roar, the Mountain Divine God Seal met the spear head-on, while the Chaotic Edge chopped down from above.

Just as things had calmed for a moment, the two once again clashed in battle, the mountains trembled, the rocks shattered, and the great battle continued.

Three thousand miles away atop Snow Mountain, a Sect stood erect, its Sect Leader floating on his sword in mid-air, his eyes wide with shock as he gazed in their direction, his throat nervously gulped.

His breaths were short and rapid.

A single strike from either combatant possessed the power to shatter their Sect.

As they fought, they approached swiftly.

The Sect Leader turned pale and slammed his palm on the Copper Bell in the bell tower, “My disciples, follow me quickly to take cover!”

Their Sect was doomed; they had to leave–and fast!

A moment’s delay, and no one would survive.

The crowd gathered quickly, and two Flying Boats skimmed the ground, ready to depart from the Sect.

Suddenly, the Turtle roared and burst forth, pressing the spear-wielding cultivator and forcefully changing their direction of advance, bypassing their Sect and continuing northward.

The Sect Leader was stunned.

Then he heard the Divine God Turtle sing out, “You owe me a favor!”

The Sect Leader snapped back to reality and bowed towards Su He’s direction, “Thank you Divine God Turtle for saving our lives.

Should Divine God Turtle have any orders, Illusory Snow Gate will not dare to disobey!”

He bowed deeply but when he looked up, he saw the Turtle and the man fighting had already moved thousands of miles away.

“Master!

What kind of Turtle is this?” A disciple approached, still rattled.

The Sect Leader shook his head, but a glint of insight flashed through his eyes, “I seem to…

have seen it before!”

A turtle and a snake, such a shape, existed in the form of Stone Statues within the forbidden grounds of their Sect!

Not many paid attention to this Sect Leader.

Along the way, they encountered many small Sects, but with their abilities, the Dragon Turtle offered some protection.

It wasn’t really big news.

Within East Cloud Mountain, Green Thunder lay motionless, while Zong Sunye inside the Glazed Cover looked on with pleading eyes.

Turtle Grandpa, Dear Turtle, the Thunder has stopped; the impurities in the Mountain Soul have been removed!

Can we begin creating the Mountain Divine God and transform me into one?

Green Thunder remained still, the sound of Su He’s voice echoing in his mind: Or perhaps someone weaker, like Uncle Zhu or Uncle Lei?

Someone weaker …

Uncle Lei …

In the eyes of this Little Turtle, am I just someone weaker?

My ranking on the Bai Ze List is quite high too!

If it comes to a real fight, there isn’t one among the Seal Emperor’s kings and dukes I would fear!

Would they dare to stake their lives as I would?

They don’t stand a chance against my endless revivals and continuous onslaught.

No one could withstand the relentless battles of him, Green Thunder!

He, Green Thunder, the only Divine God Beast with the power to resurrect, why am I considered the weaker one in the eyes of my child?

A Dragon Turtle without a Boundary Pearl fought its way into the top hundred of the Bai Ze List, not falling behind its Dragon Turtle peers; was that really considered weak?

Green Thunder’s head retracted into his Turtle Shell as everything in the world suddenly seemed bland and uninteresting.

Even the Thunder on his back ceased, limply settling down on him.

Zong Sunye, inside the Glazed Cover, sensed that the atmosphere wasn’t right and kept his head low, not daring to speak anymore.