“Die!”
Lin Ji shouted furiously, and the wooden box in his hand shot out with a whistle.
Gui Wannian let out a slight, disdainful snort.
With a swift motion, he transformed into a giant turtle towering a hundred zhang.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...
Light and shadow sliced through the air like countless swords, densely raining down on the massive turtle shell.
Clang clang clang...
The sounds of metal meeting metal rang out incessantly, shaking the entire stone cave and sending fragments flying everywhere.
Each of those sharp swords bore immense divine power — even a Master of the Seventh Realm at full accomplishment would find it hard to withstand! But as each sword came down on that turtle-shell, huge and mountain-like, the only effect was a few shallow scratches, mere inches long—almost no damage at all!
“Heh heh!”
Gui Wannian shrunk back into his shell, chuckling darkly, “Daoist Lin, your fortune truly is unfathomable, to wield such fate! But don’t forget, I am also a child chosen by Heaven! Though you first reached the Ninth Realm, I am still the peak of the true dragon!”