The First Demon of the Chan Sect
Chapter 149 - 149 95 Return with a Broken Wing

149: Chapter 95: Return with a Broken Wing 149: Chapter 95: Return with a Broken Wing Old Turtle has two great grievances in this life: the first grievance is the Ancestor Dragon’s transformation into the Azure Dragon Sacred Beast upon its death; the second grievance, is the taboo nickname “old bastard.” Back when the Innate Three Clans reigned supreme over the Primordial Land, anyone who called Old Turtle “old bastard” has been extinguished in the long river of Primordial history.

Hearing this nickname once again, Old Turtle’s face turned instantly pitch-black as coal, and a surge of Blood Radiance abruptly intensified in his eyes as he bellowed lowly at Di Jun: “Beast, you’ve got nerve!”

“Boom!”

An incredibly huge turtle shell burst forth from the back of Old Turtle, soaring into the sky.

The complex network of lines that covered the turtle shell unleashed endless killing intent, gushing out like springs bubbling forth.

“Oh?” Taiyi looked up into the sky and said with a sneer, “Old bastard’s shell?

Old Bangzi, you’ve even thrown out your life-saving gadget.

How do you still have the face to fight with me here?”

Old Turtle’s face was as calm as water.

The Four Sea Dragon Kings, familiar with Old Turtle’s temperament, turned as silent as cicadas in cold weather upon seeing his expression at this moment.

“Nonsense on end, shut your mouth for me!” Old Turtle roared tyrannically, and the vast turtle shell in the void came crashing down thunderously.

Taiyi hurried to control the Chaos Bell to shield his head, but there was still a gap in strength that was plainly evident.

It was like a three- or four-year-old child holding a machete, fighting against a bare-handed grown man.

The outcome was self-evident.

“Clang!”

How could the turtle shell, infused with Old Turtle’s resentful strike, be so easily blocked?

Accompanied by a pitiful wail, the ancient Chaos Bell was sent flying away, and the pitch-black turtle shell continued its relentless descent towards Taiyi.

No matter what, Taiyi was the East Emperor of the Heavenly Court.

If Kunpeng, as a Demon Master, allowed Taiyi to be seriously injured by Old Turtle, wouldn’t he be leaving something for the rest of the Demon Crowd to talk about?

After this, how could he still mingle among the Demon Race!

“Old Bangzi, don’t you harm our Majesty!” A roar came from Kunpeng, and in his hand, the Demon Master Palace suddenly grew to the size of a small mountain, fiercely and fearlessly crashing into the turtle shell.

“Boom!”

This guy didn’t consider that Taiyi’s Cultivation was two realms higher than his, and he had been smacked away with one blow.

You, merely at the early stage of Quasi-Saint Cultivation, dare to clash head-on with Old Turtle?

Consequently, Kunpeng met with utter tragedy!

The Demon Master Palace, which had just been repaired for less than five thousand years, was once again shattered into pieces due to his own impulse from the impact of the turtle shell.

Kunpeng, having lost a Spiritual Treasure and his mind suffering a heavy blow, could not bear the burden and spewed a mouthful of reverse blood into the sky, and thus fainted.

“Fellow Daoist Kunpeng?” Seeing Kunpeng take a hit for him, with his life and death unknown, Taiyi immediately panicked.

“Old bastard, I will never cease until one of us is dead!”

“Bang!”

Enraged, Taiyi transformed into his original form of the Golden Crow, retrieved the just flung Chaos Bell, and began frantically striking it.

Visible golden ripples, with the rhythm of Taiyi’s beating, undulated up and down, spreading slowly through the air towards the still falling black turtle shell.

“Hmph!” Old Turtle let out a disdainful chuckle, his aura abruptly shifting from solid as a mountain to ethereal.

With a single hand pressing down, the turtle shell hanging in mid-air plummeted down towards Taiyi like thunder.

“Dang!

Dang!

Dang!”

Taiyi’s pace of striking the Chaos Bell became faster and faster, the ripples spreading more and more, until gradually the turtle shell was completely enveloped and turned into a giant golden egg.

The pale gold radiance, under the sunlight, emitted an unusual glow.

“Child’s play!” Old Turtle whispered with a light laugh, yet his hands moved non-stop.

In a blink of an eye, a small and adorable golden turtle appeared in his palm.

“Go!” With a soft shout from the old ghost, the golden little turtle’s eyes shone brightly as it swiftly moved its limbs, heading straight for the golden egg in the void.

The surrounding space, like a lake brushed by a breeze, rippled with waves.

“Whoosh!”

A slight tearing sound rang out, and the golden little turtle tore open a small hole in the Dao Patterns emitted by the Chaos Bell and burrowed in.

Following closely was an earth-shattering roar as the golden egg burst apart!

The scattering golden Dao Patterns seemed on the verge of extinction.

Rushing towards the turtle shell like moths to a flame, they tried to halt the descent of the distinguished guest.

The effect, however, was clear.

The once thunderous speed instantly slowed down.

“Pfft!”

With the explosion of the golden egg and a heavy blow, Taiyi spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, staggering as he retrieved the now seemingly dim and lightless Chaos Bell.

“Young one, take your demons and grandchildren and get out of my sight!” Old Turtle raged, the edges of the black turtle shell rimmed with faint gold, spinning like a millstone, crushing towards the assembled Demon Race.

“Ah!”

“Run for your life!”

“Devil!”

In an instant, the entire East Sea had turned into a purgatory on Earth!

Wherever the turtle shell rolled over, crimson blood overflowed, dyeing the waters for miles around scarlet.

Countless members of the Demon Race fell under the turtle shell, leaving severed limbs and body parts everywhere.

The remaining Demon Crowd, terrified, watched the turtle shell stained with fresh blood turn blood-red, as if feeling every inch of their flesh trembling, even their souls shuddering in fear!

But around them, endless islands were destroyed, leaving a scene of utter devastation.

Sea abysses, deep trenches, and the ocean itself were split open, creating cracks tens of miles long, all of the seawater crazily rushing into these fissures, turning the nearby oceanic region into ruins in an instant, erasing everything!

Taiyi, seeing countless members of his Demon Race perish, his eyes nearly bursting with fury, bellowed madly: “Retreat, retreat at once!

Old Bangzi, when Your Majesty returns next time, I will surely destroy your physical body and press your Divine Soul deep into the Sun Star, eternally to suffer the burning torment of the Sun Essence Fire!”

No sooner had he spoken than he led the remnants of his defeated troops, fleeing swiftly back to the Heavenly Court.

Several days later, at the Heavenly Court.

“Reporting to Your Majesty, the East Emperor has returned!” The Demon General guarding the South Heavenly Gate, with a solemn expression, knelt on one knee in the Lingxiao Palace, reporting to Di Jun.

“Oh?

Bring him in quickly!” Di Jun’s eyes lit up upon hearing this and he quickly commanded.

In less than the time it takes to brew a cup of tea, Taiyi entered the Lingxiao Palace with a pale face and staggering footsteps.

“Hmm?” Seeing Taiyi’s faltering steps and his breath weak as a thread, Di Jun’s face changed dramatically and he uttered in anger: “Younger brother, who has injured you so grievously?”

“Cough, cough, Big brother!” Taiyi coughed lightly, his complexion dull, “There is a Sub-Saint Expert among the Dragon Clan!

Your brother is no match for him and has returned in defeat!”

“What!” Di Jun’s eyes widened in shock, his face filled with a sense of unwillingness: “How is it possible, how is it possible?

Such Great Powers of the Sub-Saint Level were extremely rare even before the Dragon Han Calamity, how could the Dragon Clan still possess a Great Power of Sub-Saint Level!”

“Your Majesty, it’s an old turtle, spending its days carrying a huge turtle shell on its back, the Four Sea Dragon Kings call it Minister Turtle!” Kunpeng stepped forward, somewhat weakened, to tell Di Jun.

“Hmm?

Minister Turtle?” Bai Ze voiced a light surprise.

“Do you know of him?” Seeing the look of surprise on Bai Ze’s face, Di Jun inquired.

Bai Ze’s expression turned grave, “I had seen an old turtle on a previous visit to the Dragon Palace of the East Sea.

But that old turtle, at best, had the cultivation of a Daluo Golden Immortal, how could it suddenly surge to a Sub-Saint Cultivation level?”

“Not just a Sub-Saint!

All the Four Sea Dragon Kings, each of them wield Quasi-Saint Cultivation, their Mana reaching a state of transformation, and are formidable!” Nine Youths, who had also descended to the Lower Realm with Taiyi, spoke up at this moment.

“We’ve miscalculated!” Bai Ze shook his head gently, “It seems that the Dragon Clan is also a tough bone to chew!

We have indeed underestimated the Dragon Clan!”

Di Jun helped Taiyi to his feet and sat back in his throne, his eyebrows tightly furrowed into the character ‘川’.

His right index finger tapped incessantly on the armrest of his throne, filled with worry, “What should we do?

Is it that the heavens want to doom our Demon Race?”

The Lingxiao Palace fell into a terrifying silence, so quiet you could hear a pin drop!

After an unknown amount of time, Nine Youths stood up and knelt on one knee, “Reporting to Your Majesty, this matter is not without a chance of reversal!

If we could invite the Emperor of the North to take action, then…”

“Right!”

With someone taking the lead, the rest of the Demons naturally chime in with joyous agreement.

The more the merrier, and Li Qingming was already the most mysterious of the Five Demon Emperors.

Just thinking about what Li Qingming had done in Zixiao Palace made everyone’s hearts tremble and their bodies shiver.

“Yes!” Di Jun slapped his thigh suddenly, his face excited, “With this, I myself will go to invite him!

Surely with Fellow Daoist Qingmingzi’s intervention, we can stabilize the Four Seas and subdue the Dragon Clan!”

All the Demon Race exchanged glances and, lifting their Daoist robes, knelt on one knee, chanting in unison: “Your Majesty is wise!”