A Battle Against an Eighth-Rank Martial Venerable

"Boom—!!" Five-colored lightning suddenly exploded, and the violent thunderlight tore the deep-blue Profound Heavy Water Domain to pieces.

Five-colored lightning coiled around Lu Changsheng's body. With a fierce flap of his Thunder Roc Wings, he shot skyward from the shattered water domain and landed steadily on the platform before the Buddha statue. His face was so dark it seemed ready to drip water, his gaze sharp as blades as he stared fixedly at Black Tortoise True Person in the distance and the glowing treasure in his hand.

He had risked being petrified and fought for his life to shatter the Fossil Mirror, only for this old bastard to ambush him at the very end and reap the benefits like a fisherman.

The feeling of being used as someone else's weapon made fury rise within him.

"Black Tortoise Island is, after all, considered one of the righteous factions of the Southern Saint Domain. Yet a dignified elder uses such despicable methods." Lu Changsheng's voice was ice-cold, his piercing eyes locked on Black Tortoise True Person. "Hiding behind me to pick up the spoils, then striking from the shadows—aren't you afraid the entire Southern Saint Domain will laugh at you if word gets out?"

"Hehe..." Black Tortoise True Person gripped the ball of light and sneered, his murky old eyes filled with disdain. "What I obtained through my own ability is mine. What does it matter whether it was despicable or not? The cultivation world has always been a place where the strong devour the weak. Treasures belong to the virtuous. If you couldn't hold on to it yourself, who can you blame?"

"Damn it!" Shi Jingtian's eyes bulged as he listened below. He was so enraged by the old bastard's shamelessness that he nearly laughed.

"You old bastard, your skin is