Don’t Mess with that Turtle
Chapter 578 - 578 133 Crown Prince_2

578: Chapter 133 Crown Prince_2 578: Chapter 133 Crown Prince_2 If the Third Emperor’s Son knew that because of his summoning, the Dragon Turtle had just narrowly escaped the clutches of the Buddha Land in Palm of the Big Freedom Bodhisattva, what would he think?

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Like a rainbow corridor, the Summoning Symbols on Su He’s body shone brightly as he flew through the channel.

This channel bore a striking resemblance to Liao Heng’s “One Flower One World,” existing neither here nor there, forming its own realm and bridging the space from the other end directly to Su He.

Whispered voices echoed through the channel: “Welcoming the Patriarch…

Welcoming the Patriarch…”

The Symbols and the channel were techniques used by Sealed Emperor’s Palace to summon the true body of the Star Sea Patriarch, complete with accompanying narration.

Not only that, but Su He could also hear the voices from the other side of the channel, facilitating the Patriarch to learn about the situation he would be facing upon his return and the enemies that would confront him immediately upon arrival.

At this moment, there should have been a Sacrifice, The Big Zong Order bowing and chanting, and prayers informing the Patriarch in the channel about the reason for the summoning.

But the Third Emperor’s Son had clearly summoned him secretly, not following the protocols.

Meanwhile, on the other side, they were making preparations against Su He.

Feng Zhen’s voice transmitted over: “General Chang, just set the Formation to prevent the Dragon Turtle from escaping, and leave the rest to our palace.”

His calm voice contained a hint of excitement, as well as an undeniable undercurrent of hatred.

Su He’s eyes gleamed–the Third Emperor’s Son had started to refer to himself as “our palace”?

Although he had his own palace before, he had never referred to himself in this manner.

Was he really attempting to seize the position of Crown Prince now?

Another deep voice came through: “Understood!”

General Chang…

Su He quickly rifled through his memory, reviewing all the information he had on Generals of the Sealed Emperor’s Palace.

With the signs of war in the Sealed Emperor Great World becoming stronger, after the last battle at the Sealed Emperor’s Palace, Su He naturally sought out a wealth of information.

Knowing both oneself and the enemy was the only way to prevail in all battles.

A thought flashed through Su He’s mind: beyond Stepping Sky Six-fold, there were only Chang Yuansou and another named Chang Qing.

Records indicated Chang Yuansou might have stepped into Stepping Sky Seven-fold.

Su He glanced at his Buddha’s Outer Garment and moved his mind slightly; the shattered arms regrew.

Clenching his fists, he felt a tremendous force gathering in his palms.

The force was strong, but he was not well-versed in Buddhist cultivation techniques.

He couldn’t kill a being of Stepping Sky Seven-fold with just his bare hands, but making them kneel and beg for mercy shouldn’t be a problem.

Once more, the voice of the Third Emperor’s Son echoed in the channel: “He’s coming!

Big brother, help me with the formation!”

The First Prince was also there.

The hum of a Formation’s war vibrations transmitted through the channel.

Su He emerged, and the channel behind him vanished like a whirlpool, as did the Summoning Symbols on the Turtle Shell.

Apparently, it was a one-time use; surely the Sealed Emperor Palace Old Ancestors had permanent Symbols on them, unlike his.

It was unlikely those Old Ancestors had forced Symbols on them, too.

Su He leaped forward, and a spear thrust fiercely towards him, exuding a deadly aura.

“Dragon Turtle!

Die!” The shout from the Third Emperor’s Son came, as the Long gun turned into a Black Dragon.

With a pinpoint strike, the Black Dragon bit precisely on the Buddha’s forehead, cracking it open with a snap.

A gunshot, accompanied by the Black Dragon’s roar, allowed one to sense its intense pain just by the sound.

As Su He looked down with the Buddha facade, Buddha’s eyes fell upon the Third Emperor’s Son: “Are you the one summoning me?”

The Third Emperor’s Son’s face went from the excitement of imminent revenge to shock, then disbelief, and finally, turned deathly pale, all in a very short span.

He stared at Su He’s garment, feeling the surge of Buddha Power that was similar to that of a Patriarch flowing within.

His face was a picture of varied emotions.

His brain struggled to process everything, and under the immense suppression of the Buddha rhythm, he found himself pinned to the ground, unable to move.

“Third Emperor’s Son, let’s go!” A General shouted, swinging his sword down at Su He: “Form up!”

Despicable!

No wonder the Third Emperor’s Son felt the Yuan Lie Symbols take hold but couldn’t summon the Dragon Turtle for a long time—it had called for backup!

Otherwise, where did this Outer Garment come from?!

Su He turned his gaze.

Stepping Sky Seven-fold, Chang Yuansou!

Chang Yuansou, clad in Armor flickering with starlight, his sword roared with a tiger’s might.

With a slash, space itself crumbled, and the blade aimed at Su He’s head brought with it a Rift in the crumbling space.

Indeed, a newcomer to Stepping Sky Realm; far less powerful than the beings he encountered in the Feng Zhong.

Snap!

Like swatting a fly, Su He’s palm instantly flattened the General’s Armor and with it, the General underneath, imprinting him into the ground.

Azure Dragon formation swept towards Su He from the side, deployed by the Sealed Emperor Imperial General.

For some reason, Su He felt a sense of familiarity watching the military Formation.

It had been a long time since he’d seen one!

Su He did not know how to Break the formation, but all great formations in the world, no matter the underlying principle, could be broken with a sufficiently hard fist!

Forceful breaking was an eternal straightforward path.

The Buddha grabbed the looping Azure Dragon by its tail and neck and tore outward.

With a crisp snap, the coiling Azure Dragon was torn into two halves, wriggling and twisting in the Buddha’s hands.

He then threw it to the ground and stomped on it with a heavy foot.

The majestic Buddha’s Outer Garment was turned by Su He into the garb of a barbaric Giant.

No Divine Skills were needed, just the sheer surge of Buddha Power converted into brute strength.

“Go!” came an urgent shout.

It was the First Prince in a Yellow Python Robe, squeezing his way out between the toes of the Buddha Garment and calling out to the Third Emperor’s Son.

The lurking, invisible Third Emperor’s Son’s complexion changed as he turned to flee.

A sly smile crept across Su He’s face as he aimed a palm strike at the Third Emperor’s Son.

Although he could not directly sever the Origin of a being in Stepping Sky Seven-fold with sheer brute force, dealing with the far weaker Fourth-tiered Third Emperor’s Son was a different matter.

Although he couldn’t sever his Origin, a palm strike combined with a bolt of Heavenly Punishment Thunder could kill as easily as drinking water.

Su He’s palm strike halted mid-air.

He nearly forgot something, and with a cold laugh, a Talisman flew out from between his horns, transforming into a bizarre white light that struck the Third Emperor’s Son with a thunderous crash.