A large hole had been punched through the center of the turtle's shell.
The hole had swallowed exactly two digits.
Only the initial "nine" and the final "five" remained.
What did that mean?
Number nine thousand and something?
Could someone have been specifically raising this Water-Arrow Turtle?
As that thought arose,
Wei Sheng shuddered!
If that really was a number in the nine thousands, didn't that mean someone had raised at least nine thousand Third Organ-level exotic beasts?
What kind of scale was that?!
If over nine thousand Third Organ-level exotic beasts mobilized together, they could trample Sishui Prefecture flat in minutes and rampage across Anyang!
How could Anyang allow such an outrageously powerful existence?!
Or perhaps-
It was just a coincidence?
Wei Sheng frowned in thought.
After a long while, his brow relaxed.
Who cared?
If the sky fell, the tall ones would hold it up.
What he needed to do now was search for Qianji Vine and strive to fuse the Jin Force within his body into a single stream as soon as possible.
"Where did he go?"
By the time Steward Qian of the Black Plum Merchant Association and the burly, heavily bearded man reacted, Wei Sheng had already vanished from sight.
Even if they wanted to pursue him, they had no trail to follow.
Besides,
what could they do even if they caught up?!
Recalling the sight of that single punch bursting apart a peak third-organ Water-Arrow Turtle, both men felt a chill throughout their bodies.
"Fist intent-crane cries?! He's mastered fist intent at such a young age. Could he be one of the foremost prodigies from some Prefectural City?!"
Steward Qian looked thoughtful as many young figures flashed through his mind.
But a moment later, he frowned again.
Among the foremost Prefectural City prodigies he