Clearwater Dragon Palace, Eastern Treasure Hall.
Icy killing intent permeated every corner of the palace.
The Thick-Shelled Monster King pressed himself flat against the floor, not daring to move a muscle. As for the Negative-Water Cold Tortoise that had just entered, it had fainted outright from fright.
The Old Flood Dragon, Yuan Qian, lay coiled upon the golden throne, the scales covering his body faintly bristling.
Towering fury seethed in his eyes.
Whoosh!!
With a flick of his tail, Yuan Qian reached the center of the hall and lashed the unconscious Negative-Water Cold Tortoise.
Like a hurled boulder, the unconscious Negative-Water Cold Tortoise slammed into a load-bearing golden pillar with a bang.
Whatever material that golden pillar was made of, it showed not the slightest sign of cracking despite the impact.
The Negative-Water Cold Tortoise's own shell, however, showed spreading cracks, and crimson blood dispersed through the water.
It had clearly suffered a grievous injury.
And that was with Yuan Qian holding back. Otherwise, even with the Negative-Water Cold Tortoise's formidable defenses, it could never have survived a blow from his tail.
"Cough, cough, cough!!"
The agonizing pain jolted the Negative-Water Cold Tortoise awake. Before it could examine its injuries, it saw a pair of enormous vertical pupils burning with fury looming right before it.
"Speak! When did something happen to Han Weng?"
The thunderous voice made the Negative-Water Cold Tortoise's eardrums ache.
Yet it dared not cover its ears. It hurriedly prostrated itself and, enduring the excruciating pain, explained in a panic, "It... it was this morning. This morning, the clansman tending the lamps discovered that Clan Chief Han Weng's life lamp had gone out and immediately informed the grand elder."
"The... the grand elder and the others used a secret technique to confirm the clan chief's death, then