The Great Sea Turtle's claim that he knew over a hundred ways to torment ice cultivators was just a bluff. He understood ice techniques well enough, but why would a sea turtle learn that stuff? A hundred methods, no less? Did they think he had nothing better to do?
He was only talking trash. If it broke through his opponent's defenses, great. If not, he had lost nothing but a little breath.
Trash talk had its uses at every level of cultivation. With the right timing, it could even get under a Longevity Immortal's skin.
The Great Sea Turtle waved a forelimb and immobilized Chilling Venerable.
But before he could do anything else, Chilling Venerable shouted, "I'll talk! I'll talk! I'll tell you everything!"
Did this guy have no backbone at all? How had someone with so little willpower reached the Seventh-Grade Venerable realm? Was he a fake?
A little disappointed, the Great Sea Turtle asked in a deep voice, "Where did you get this information?"
"Actually, I found it all through the Brother A-Gu search engine and the White Alone search engine. Ask Brother A-Gu about outside affairs and White Alone about domestic ones. Search, and you'll find anything." Chilling Venerable suddenly grinned. "In this age of advanced networks, there's nothing you can't find online. It's wonderful. I'm telling you, if you can't find something, just run a cable to the neighboring country. Works like a charm."
The Great Sea Turtle: "..."
Song Shuhang: "..."
"Interesting." The Great Sea Turtle chuckled. "I underestimated you."
The bastard was playing games with a turtle!
"Can't be helped. There are some things I really can't say." Chilling Venerable remained frozen in place, but his mouth was as stubborn as ever.
The Great Sea Turtle said, "What happened to telling us everything you