Don’t Mess with that Turtle
Chapter 542 - 542 123 Bai Ze Building_1

542: Chapter 123 Bai Ze Building_1 542: Chapter 123 Bai Ze Building_1 Lang Ran’s breathing became rapid.

“This strike had been prepared since Su He hunted and suppressed three of his kin, gathering Yin Qi to condense the curse, seeking only to kill the enemy, with no intention of Borrowing the Dead and Returning the Soul.

Previously, when his clansmen executed Borrowing the Dead and Returning the Soul, they had already attacked into the Sea of Consciousness, but vanished in an instant.

This Dragon Turtle is abnormal!

He would never make the same mistake twice.

As for the consequences of killing the Dragon Turtle—he and the Dragon Turtle Tribe had long been at a point of no return.

Was it possible that by kneeling and begging for mercy, the Dragon Turtle Tribe would spare him?

“Kill!” Lang Ran gritted out the word from between his teeth; this was the only place where he could defeat the Dragon Turtle!

Feng Zhong, Feng Zhong!

This was the place where the Spirit Clan was meant to settle!

These Yin Ghosts and Yin Qi were practically prepared for the Spirit Clan; they could be harnessed with slight adaptation.

The Spirit Clan were born to deal with these Ghost Creatures and undead things!

Death come!

Bellowing, he shot the arrow of Yin Qi and curse with all his might, his eyes filled with madness, waiting for the moment his arrow would bring down Su He.

Yet he saw the peacock in the sky slightly tilt its head, catching the arrow with its beak.

With a crack, the arrow broke, and the Phoenix True Fire ignited directly in the beak, where the curse within the arrow emitted a sinister wail.

Bringing the entire arrow shaft into the peacock’s mouth and nose as if drawing a breath.

“Hit!” Lang Ran exclaimed with excitement; his arrow was not meant for shooting people, after all.

Once the cursed Yin Qi entered the body, the peacock form of the Dragon Turtle would be half-ruined.

With the curse contending the Phoenix True Fire, that refined pure Yin Qi he cultivated would be enough to severely injure the peacock!

In the blink of an eye, even before Su He hit the ground, Lang Ran leaped up, his form ghostly as he dodged several swathes of the Sky Killing Sword Formation, pointing his sword towards Su He.

But as he neared, he heard the peacock in the sky burp.

Lang Ran saw from its eyes a trace of satisfaction.

It seemed as if it were the same as eating a bowl of shaved ice on a summer day.

…Eaten?!

Lang Ran’s face was a picture of shock, his mind going blank for an instant.

This Yin Qi was the true essence of undead power, which no living creature could withstand.

Even the Spirit Clan, akin to being soul bodies, were only much stronger than outsiders and were still affected by Yin Qi!

How did this peacock do it?!

My carefully prepared killing move, condensed to extreme purity, was it just an addition to its meal?

He was momentarily stunned.

Su He belched and looked down at this Spirit Clan member.

The corners of his mouth, just behind his beak, twitched into what seemed like a smile.

His eyes grew cold, and the leisurely Sword Array shifted abruptly, slashing towards him.

Lang Ran’s complexion changed drastically.

He dodged in a panic, but suddenly, he felt an intense pain in his waist and abdomen.

Looking down, he saw a peacock’s claw wrapped in a layer of Phoenix True Fire, piercing through his body.

His half-ethereal body, unharmed by physical objects, was of no use under the Phoenix True Fire.

Su He grabbed Lang Ran with his claws and tore outward.

Lang Ran’s body was ripped in two.

A Heavenly Punishment descended from the sky onto the lower half of his body discarded by Su He, which dissipated in an instant.

“Ahhh!”

Lang Ran screamed miserably, dragging his bisected torso, staring fixedly at Su He.

Su He looked down at him.

As he did, his body reverted to the Dragon Turtle True Form, the heads of both the dragon and serpent looked at him, the Spirit Snake hissing and flicking its tongue, “Dare to feign ignorance again, and I’ll suppress you immediately!”

The wailing Lang Ran, his voice cut off and motion halted, glared at Su He with hatred.

His body squirmed and reverted to a complete Spirit Clan form.

But it was less than half its original size and his body became even more ethereal.

“Speak!” Su He, looking down from a great height, said to him, “You had something to say, didn’t you?

Speak now.” As he spoke, a Blood Curse landed on him, and a Mountain Divine God seal roared out, suppressing him above his head.

Lang Ran’s face, now translucent, was deathly pale.

This Turtle was incredibly cautious.

Having the Bright Moon above and Sword Arrays around, and even requiring a Blood Curse for constant location, yet still needed the Mountain Divine God Seal for suppression.

Looking at Su He, a true bitter smile spread across Lang Ran’s face: “What do you want to know?”

Su He’s dragon eyes glanced at him: “How dares the Spirit Clan calculate against the Dragon Turtle?

And what have you come to do in the Feng Zhong today?”

Lang Ran laughed, unsurprised—it was these two questions, as expected.

His face pale and his body trembling non-stop, yet pride still glinted in his eyes, anticipating the Dragon Turtle’s questions gave him the illusion of having everything under control.

He said haughtily, “Do you know what the Spirit Clan’s strongest ability is?”

“Mouth escape?” Su He asked in confusion.

He remembered the first encounter with the Spirit Clan in the White Spirit Small World, where a Spirit Clan Stepping Sky member also spouted a lot of nonsense.

He was a Turtle, not a Scholar, why not speak directly to what he wanted to hear instead of listening to some grand truths?

Lang Ran was momentarily choked up, not understanding what ‘mouth escape’ meant but sensing it wasn’t anything good.

He fell silent for a moment and then said, “Spirit Clan members above the level of Stepping Sky Five can communicate telepathically, just like a master and a Soul Beast, unrestrained by any Formation or Secret land!”

He raised his head to look at Su He: “Not only that, those above Stepping Sky Five can also scatter their memories into the minds of lower-ranking clan members.” As he spoke, he let out a sly laugh, “Guess how many of our clan’s suppressed Greater Powers have scattered their memories?

Once the memories enter the minds of the lower-ranking clan members, it’s as if they’ve been reborn.

Just wait until they come back…”

“To be killed again?” Su He asked disdainfully.

With the Spirit Clan’s combat power—previously facing three at the limit of Stepping Sky Three-fold, even raising alertness, the fact is when curses were useless, the Spirit Clan’s Stepping Sky Three-fold members probably couldn’t even match an ordinary Cultivator at Stepping Sky Two-fold.

Lang Ran was instantly choked up, his words stuck in his throat, unable to voice them.

The pride in his eyes turned to hatred and resignation.