Whoosh! Whoosh!
Eighteen Figurative Divine Power Swords whirled through the air, forming countless sword shadows and turning the entire battlefield into a "Domain of Swords."
No one could break in.
Ning Xiaochuan stood amid the eighteen war swords, staring coldly at the Three-Headed Royal Lion sprawled on the ground. "Since you refuse to eat, I'll feed you myself."
Bang! Bang! Bang...
Ning Xiaochuan struck the Three-Headed Royal Lion seventeen times in succession, beating it back to its original form—a massive golden lion.
Ning Xiaochuan forcibly pried open the Three-Headed Royal Lion's jaws. With cracking sounds, he stuffed that enormous boulder, weighing hundreds of thousands of jin, straight into its mouth.
Nearly all the teeth in the Three-Headed Royal Lion's mouth shattered. After the boulder was forced down, its throat bulged like an enormous tumor. It convulsed and wailed nonstop on the ground, blood pouring continuously from its mouth.
All the human cultivators were dumbfounded, shocked beyond measure.
Ding Chunqiu was far too fierce. Not only had he beaten the Three-Headed Royal Lion like a dead dog, he had actually crammed that boulder engraved with "All humans are turtle disciples" entirely into its mouth.
That was the Three-Headed Royal Lion! "This is too defiant of heaven! Ding Chunqiu has hidden himself far too deeply. As expected of a descendant of a Secluded Sect—the Big Dipper Seven Stars are simply nowhere near his equal."
The Spirit Maiden from the Azure Wood Holy Land was also stunned. Her beautiful eyes shimmered like mist as she gazed at the human man standing on the battlefield with boundless admiration. "Who would have thought the northern frontier possessed such a heaven's favored prodigy? Even the Heavenly Emperor in his youth was probably no more than this!"
At this moment, no one was happier than Tang Shuyue.