Demon Venerable Tuohai flew into a rage. His head shrank into his shell, while his four turtle legs—like four heavenly pillars that had stood there for who knew how many years—began to move forward. As his enormous body advanced, the entire seabed shook with every step.
Li Zhōujūn narrowed his eyes.
The next moment, a colossal shadow like Mount Tai shot out of the abyss with lightning speed, hurtling straight toward Li Zhōujūn's ten-thousand-zhang Dharma Form.
The figure was no smaller than the Dharma Form behind Li Zhōujūn.
Li Zhōujūn braced himself and controlled the Dharma Form to raise both hands.
A deafening crash rang out.
The hands of Li Zhōujūn's Dharma Form firmly blocked the shell of Demon Venerable Tuohai, whose head had withdrawn inside. Yet Li Zhōujūn himself was forced back several steps, each one spanning a thousand miles.
Seeing this, Demon Venerable Tuohai, his head still tucked inside his shell, revealed a trace of triumph on his turtle face. He then opened his enormous mouth, and a flying sword wreathed in flowing light shot out, cleaving straight toward Li Zhōujūn's true body like a meteor streaking across the sky.
"What a sinister old turtle." Li Zhōujūn sighed. At the same time, he raised both palms, which burst into dazzling spiritual light.
"This brat actually intends to catch my seventh-rank True Immortal weapon with his bare hands?!" Old Ancestor Tuohai was utterly baffled. After all, this flying sword was itself a seventh-rank True Immortal weapon, and it had also condensed his own tremendous magical power. Even another seventh-rank True Immortal would have to avoid its edge without defensive techniques.
Yet this brat actually intended to catch a naked blade barehanded without moving an inch!
At that thought, a savage look appeared on Old Ancestor Tuohai's face. Since he