"What... brat, you dare take the lives of my Southern Sea Dragon Palace's Demon Generals?"
The Red-Robed Turtle-Shelled Elder looked at the young man's calm face, fury rising uncontrollably in his eyes.
But even as he demanded an answer, the young man's fists never stopped moving.
Another Southern Sea Dragon Palace Demon General, likewise at the Great Vehicle Realm, had his life silently snuffed out by those fists before he could even cry for help.
"Ah..."
Seeing fellow generals of comparable cultivation die one after another without the slightest chance to resist, the Red-Robed Turtle-Shelled Elder felt a bone-piercing chill surge from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.
He retreated again and again. Once he had put what seemed a safe distance between himself and the White-Robed Youth, his terrifying demonic aura erupted.
With a sudden jerk, he pulled in his head and limbs. Like a Turtle facing danger, he tucked his entire body into the Turtle Shell on his back.
He was a demon who had survived tens of thousands of years in a perilous place like the Southern Sea Dragon Palace.
The Red-Robed Turtle-Shelled Elder's cultivation and strength might not have ranked highly in the Southern Sea Dragon Palace.
But when it came to staying alive, apart from those mighty beings who had reached the Tribulation-Crossing Pseudo-Immortal Realm, it could rank among the palace's top three.
Knowing full well that he was no match for the young man, he naturally had no intention of charging in like a fool to fight to the death.
The situation unfolded exactly as the Red-Robed Turtle-Shelled Elder had expected.
The moment he withdrew completely into the Turtle Shell, the White-Robed Youth finished off all five Southern Sea Dragon Palace Demon Generals who had accompanied him.
Without a