What Frog Daoist? He Was Just a Little Green Frog

On the little broken boat.

Chen Xun and Black Bull remained utterly calm, gazing leisurely at White Spirit as it inexplicably lunged in to kill them. Especially that obnoxious frog—no matter how they looked at it, it was irritating.

In but an instant.

The clash was already at hand. White Spirit opened its huge mouth, its eyes savage as though it meant to swallow Chen Xun and Black Bull whole. The frog atop it folded its arms and snorted coldly.

Buzz—

A terrifying Dao Accumulation formation pattern suddenly emerged in the heavens. A Heaven-and-Earth Eight Trigrams Formation Disk descended with the suppressive aura of an entire world, and all eight directions fell silent.

The rolling clouds stopped moving. The wind fell still. Even the flocks of birds atop the distant mountains froze in place, as if time itself had solidified.

The Desolate Ancient Beasts on the ground stopped roaring. It was as though White Spirit had been seized by the throat, suspended motionless in midair with its mouth still open.

It seemed to witness a scene where heaven and earth had stopped. Everything around it was a vast expanse of white; even dust and spiritual energy drifted past its eyes at a speed visible to the naked eye.

White Spirit went cold from head to toe, its hair standing on end. The savagery in its eyes turned to terror and despair. This is bad!

Ribbit~

The faint sound of something falling into water rang out. The frog cautiously spread its limbs and began swimming through a pond, not splashing even a drop of water. It was incomparably well-behaved. What Frog Daoist? It was just a little green frog...

The expedition had failed before it even began... Don't let me die before accomplishing anything!!

Frog Daoist let out a horrified roar