Don’t Mess with that Turtle
Chapter 541 - 541 122 Play Begins_2

541: Chapter 122 Play Begins_2 541: Chapter 122 Play Begins_2 The Spirit Clansman was dumbfounded by Su He’s actions.

His expression changed, and he leaped toward Su He, who turned and let out a ferocious roar, his Divine God Might resonating as it struck the Spirit Clansman.

Immediately following, a Mountain Divine God Seal shot out, with flashing golden light bombarding the Spirit Clansman Stepping Heaven.

Yet Su He’s speed didn’t slow down in the slightest as he pressed on with the Vast Sea domain.

“Clap clap clap!”

Applause rang out as a Spirit Clan youth, adorned in a yellow robe, emerged from the side, accompanied by an ordinary Spirit Clansman.

Both were translucent in form, not having taken possession of Yin Ghosts, but were visible to Su He.

It seems they could only be killed by Chaotic Edge.

“Bravo!” the yellow-robed Spirit Clansman exclaimed, applauding, “If you survive today, in the future, whoever says the Dragon Turtle among the Four Spirits is the dumbest, I will spit in their face!”

At the very least, this Dragon Turtle was meticulous and decisive!

Su He came to a halt.

He couldn’t search for the moment; it was time to fight.

The two newly emerged Spirit Clansmen were both at the peak of Stepping Sky Three-fold.

In terms of combat power, Su He was roughly at this stage, but with the addition of the three three-fold limits, it was time for a serious fight.

This yellow robe signified true royalty among the Spirit Clan.

The Spirit Clan’s garb isn’t crafted for wear; it’s part of their being.

The color denotes status and cannot be forged.

Wearing the yellow robe meant that should the Spirit Emperor be killed, he would have the opportunity to become the next Spirit Emperor.

Of course, this one in front of him probably didn’t stand a chance.

His boundary status was too low unless Uncle Luo and the others had already suppressed all the royals above Stepping Sky Four-fold.

“Spirit Clansman Lang Ran has seen Friend Su He,” the yellow-robed Spirit Clansman greeted Su He with a bow, a smile on his face, “The Spirit Clan has no surnames, names are arbitrary.

This was the name I took when I used Borrowing the Dead and Returning the Soul on a Sword Cultivator, and I’ve continued to use it since then.

Please don’t take offense, friend.”

He raised his hand to gesture towards the Immortal Sword he held and then thrust it out abruptly, not at Su He but into the brow of his clansman beside him.

A flash of Lei light on the sword, the clansman wore a face of shock as he was slain by a single blow, turning into a streak of essence that was sucked into the yellow-robed clansman’s mouth.

His aura climbed abruptly.

Looking up at Su He who was steadily approaching, he said, “After donning the yellow robe, every Spirit Clansman can awaken a talent, mine being the ability to devour my kin.

But this is a path to death, a tactic of mutual destruction.

Devouring kin brings three disasters and nine calamities, fail to surpass them and death is certain—and I guess, you wouldn’t let me go, would you?

To calmly face the ordeal?”

Su He snorted with laughter, turned around and let out another roar that stunned the first Spirit Clansman that had appeared.

With a slap of his Turtle claw, pitch-dark lightning bolted down from the sky, blasting the Spirit Clansman.

Only then did Su He return his gaze to the yellow-robed Spirit Clansman.

Although this yellow robe was not a Dragon Robe, it indeed carried a hint of a prince’s bearing.

Lang Ran shook his head with a smile, “No need to be so guarded.

Before refining another one of my kin, I cannot devour another.

I can’t achieve such an exaggerated feat of advancing consecutively in a single day.”

As he spoke, he thrust his sword at Su He, a sword Qi emanating a terrifying might as if to declare his supremeness, already possessing up to six parts of Su Huanian’s sword intent.

A Spirit Clansman giving up on curses and choosing to wield a sword instead.

Off track!

Luckily, Su He was on the right track, with Su Huanian, as his swordsmanship was second to none.

A seasoned fighter against sword cultivators.

Practice makes perfect.

Su He roared, unleashing Divine God Might towards Lang Ran.

With another slap of his Turtle claw, the heavy rain that was pouring from the sky suddenly slowed.

Then, it fell faster than ever before—A thousand weigh!

A thousand weigh was Su He’s weakest Divine Skill in his arsenal but also one with the greatest potential amongst the top-tier Divine Skills.

The heavy rain poured, lashing towards Lang Ran.

It appeared to be mere rain yet carried unparalleled sword intent; each droplet held a modest amount of sword intent, but together they formed something akin to a Sword Array.

It was deadly.

Lang Ran’s previously amused expression began to vanish as the Immortal Sword in his hand spun around to protect him.

A sword tapped into the A thousand weigh rain, and the collision produced a crisp sound amidst the Sword Rain.

Lang Ran’s expression shifted slightly, the rain really was made of swords!

But he had no time to marvel, as the downpour had already engulfed him.

He pointed his sword again and again, but the endless rain seemed boundless, filling the whole world with inexhaustible water.

Swords filled the sky.

“Impressive!” he exclaimed, shaking the Immortal Sword in his hand, creating a swath of phantoms that spun and slashed through the heavy rain.

Qing snorted, “A swordsmanship taught by my wife, how could it possibly be weak?”

Who would think living off a spouse is all that easy?

Watching his wife Su He grasp the essence of swordplay on the Snow Mountain every day and not learning a single thing would be grounds for exile from the group!

When Qing was curious and inquired, Su Huanian never held back any secrets!

Moreover, with the swordsmanship insights left by the previous master of Long Moon Mansion, Qing might not be a grandmaster of the sword path, but he could hold a conversation with almost anyone now.

And in the midst of torrential rain, precision isn’t necessary—just saturate the screen with attacks.

Each raindrop was an Immortal Sword, devoid of any special characteristics, only sharpness and a killing intent.

Lang Ran felt as though he was being attacked by countless sword immortals in an instant.

With a long howl, he twisted his body, turning semi-transparent, and looked up at Qing.

“But besides being a sword cultivator, I am also of the Spirit Clan!

What can such swords do to me if they can’t even hit me—ah—!”

Mid-speech, he let out a scream of agony, noticing too late a Crescent Moon Blade appearing above him in the heavy rain, which swooped down, scattering Chaotic Edges.

Qing rolled his eyes as if to say who pretended to be a pure sword cultivator.

As the Chaotic Edges descended, Qing bellowed, and the Mountain Divine God Seal responded, launching towards Lang Ran.

Lang Ran let out a long howl, vomiting out the vital breath of his kin that he had just swallowed, which transformed into a Phantom, enveloping him.

The Mountain Divine God Seal struck mightily and hit the Phantom.

The Phantom exploded with a bang, halting the seal for an instant.

Using the force of the explosion and impact, Lang Ran charged out of the Vast Sea domain and dashed towards a distant space rift.

The Dragon Turtle was too much for him.

His swordsmanship, though top-tier within the Spirit Clan, was inadequate even to fend off the playfully arranged Sword Array of the Dragon Turtle.

Not to mention the Curse—three of his kin were evidence of the past.

The Dragon Turtle Tribe feared no curse.

If not now, when to flee?

Having exploded his kin’s vital breath, Lang Ran’s speed was lightning-fast, unexpectedly matching Qing’s Peacock Body’s Rapid Feather.

With sonic booms bursting behind him, he blinked towards the space rift.

Qing relentlessly pursued.

Just as the Spirit Clan member approached a space rift, he looked back and smiled triumphantly at Qing, then charged headfirst into the rift.

And then…

nothing happened.

With a shocked expression, he looked left and right, certain he hadn’t marked it incorrectly—it was through this very space rift he had entered, so why couldn’t he exit?

In the moment of his hesitation, Qing had already sped over in his Peacock Body, flapping his wings with a peacock’s cry, launching Phoenix True Fire javelins.

Lang Ran turned his head, his shock turning into a wry smile.

It was truly over for him this time, with some chance of surviving in the hands of the Dragon Turtle before him, but there was an Old Phoenix underneath the volcano!

That was an existence capable of suppressing the Entire Spirit Clan!

How was he to survive?

With a bitter smile, the shock faded from his face, replaced by calmness.

His Immortal Sword’s light intensified, and he lashed out with his sword at Qing’s fiery javelin.

Sword and javelin collided, the Immortal Sword shattered.

The fiery javelin turned into flames scattering across the sky.

Before Lang Ran could react, a Bright Moon had risen in the sky, showering down a silver radiance.

Lang Ran looked up at Qing and started to laugh, “There’s no need for this.

The Phoenix Clan’s luck is too overpowering; the space rift has sealed, I can’t get out.

I have nowhere to escape, and there’s no further need to flee.

But do you know who the Dragon Turtle Tribe’s true enemy is?”

As he spoke, he opened his Storage Bag and poured out several Life Jades, looking at Qing with a smile, unabashed like a dead pig not fearing boiling water.

He even spread his arms theatrically as if to welcome death.

However, Qing ignored what he was saying and let out a Sky Killing peacock cry.

In an instant, Dragon Scales emerged and formed a Sword Array, shooting towards Lang Ran, whose expression instantly changed.

The stubborn Dragon Turtle indeed deserved to die!

He slapped his chest, expelling a wave of Yin Qi, which transformed into arrows shooting towards Qing.

A trace of madness flashed in his eyes.

“To death!”

This was the Yin Death Qi from the Feng Zhong, something ordinary people couldn’t withstand.

This single arrow was imbued with both Yin Qi and the Spirit Clan’s Curse—he refused to believe Qing could withstand this!