Zhou Luan Forms Her Nascent Soul

The Mysterious Ice Old Tortoise possessed the bloodline of the Black Tortoise. Among divine beasts, the Black Tortoise had the most formidable physical body and naturally possessed immense suppressive power.

A Demigod Beast with the Black Tortoise bloodline had a physical body far superior to that of ordinary Demon Beasts.

The Demon Beasts capable of matching it physically were as rare as phoenix feathers and qilin horns.

Seeing that it had gained the upper hand, the old tortoise sneered. "You dared to compete with the Black Tortoise bloodline in physical strength? You overestimate yourself."

Wang Daoyuan did not take it seriously. This exchange had allowed him to test the Mysterious Ice Old Tortoise's capabilities.

The higher one's cultivation realm, the less advantage Demon Beasts had over humans. At most, this old tortoise was at the pinnacle of the Nascent Soul Middle Stage.

Furthermore, Demigod Beasts all possessed divine abilities, making its actual strength roughly equivalent to the Nascent Soul Late Stage.

The Yinglong Demon Slaying Sword could kill Nascent Soul peak cultivators with divine abilities. Against such a mongrel turtle, there was no need to go all out.

Still, it had not been easy to lure it out. Killing it just like that would be a pity; he had to find a way to draw out any other Fifth-tier Demonic Beasts that might exist.

More than ten thousand years ago, Fifth-tier Demonic Beasts had not been few in number. If two had survived, there might well be more.

Having gained the advantage, the old tortoise naturally wanted to finish Wang Daoyuan as quickly as possible.

It opened its great mouth and sprayed a massive amount of ice-attribute spiritual energy toward Golden Horn Peak.

The moment that spiritual energy left the old tortoise's mouth, it transformed into a bitter wind.

Falling