Golden Spear or Silver Spear

"How dare you!"

The Golden Armored General roared in fury. His hand clenched hard, and the short spear shattered, instantly crumbling into powder. Gritting his teeth, he said, "Come out!"

That merciless counterattack made him feel both threatened and humiliated.

As his words fell, the water suddenly began to churn. Then, a person slowly rose from beneath the surface.

He was a decrepit old man, bent at the waist and hunched in the back, dressed in coarse linen. Beneath his feet was something resembling a turtle. Yet on closer inspection, it looked utterly mismatched—more like a cross between a tortoise and a softshell turtle.

Seeing the Golden Armored General, the old man grinned. "A guest from afar, don't be angry. I am the river god here, and I can help you."

"Tell me, was the one you dropped just now this golden spear?"

"Or this silver spear?"

"Or this iron spear that you crushed?"

As he spoke, the old man produced a golden spear and then a silver spear from beneath his arm as though performing a magic trick. Finally, he pointed at the broken shaft floating on the water and said with a chuckle.

The Golden Armored General: "..."

His eleven followers: "..."

"What kind of demon are you?" The Golden Armored General's face darkened. Had it not been for that previous strike, he would have charged over and killed him already.

"I told you, I'm the river god." The old man spread his hands.

"You dare call yourself a god before the Heaven Punishing Bureau? Outrageous!" one of the Golden Armored General's personal guards shouted from behind him.

"Young man, if you speak to Grandpa like that, you're going to suffer a great loss." The old man spoke with a completely serious expression.

As his words fell, **"Splash,