As the smoke cleared, the Late-Stage Fourth Rank Martial Artist was seen with a large, tortoise-hoof-shaped hole in his chest; he was clearly dead.
The old man in black robes was drawn to the little turtle. He first looked at Wang Yao, and then his gaze suddenly fixed on the Little Turtle.
This thing looks kind of familiar.
I feel like I've seen it somewhere before, but then again, I don't think I have.
I racked my brains for a long time but couldn't figure it out. I guess I was overthinking it, or maybe I just caught a glimpse of it somewhere.
In short, it's about to die, so whether it remembers or not is irrelevant.
Thinking of this, the black-robed old man looked at a Middle-Stage Sixth Rank Martial Artist beside him.
The latter immediately understood and attacked the Little Turtle.
"Hmph! A mere Middle-Stage Sixth Rank dares to be so insolent in front of me, Lord Turtle? He's simply tired of living."
The Little Turtle snorted disdainfully, then kicked the person in the face just like before.
"Call out--"
The same thing happened; they flew dozens of meters away, crashed heavily into the wall, and once again kicked up a cloud of dust.
"Court death!"
The old man in black robes was completely enraged and personally attacked the Little Turtle.
Although he didn't know what this Little Turtle was, how could he not be furious that it had killed two of his Church of Justice's top experts?
This time, the Little Turtle didn't stretch its legs. Instead, it rapidly twitched its nostrils twice, and its chest suddenly swelled up, increasing its size.
Bow your head to gather strength, then gather strength again.
As the old man in black robes rushed forward, two jets of water, like snot blowing from his nose, burst forth from his nostrils, striking the old man in the face.
The moment the high-pressure water jet hit his face, the old man in black robes instantly deformed and contorted. The powerful impact sent him flying dozens of meters away, where he crashed heavily against the wall, just like the two righteous messengers before him.
Unlike the previous two, because the current was too strong and powerful, after the old man in black robes crashed down the wall, it did not raise any dust. Instead, it continued to slam into the old man's face, carrying him flying backward.
This scene left everyone present stunned.
Even Zhou Lingxing and Jin Changfeng froze in place, not daring to take another step forward, for fear of being caught in the crossfire.
You should know that just now, the two of them joined forces and barely managed to fight the old man in black robes to a standstill.
As a result, this Little Turtle, which appeared out of nowhere, blew its snot and sent the old man in black robes flying this far away.
If they were to be slapped like that, their fate would definitely be even more miserable than that of the old man in black robes.
While they were shocked, they were even more curious about the Little Turtle's origins.
You must know that the old man in black robes is no ordinary Ninth Rank High Stage fighter; he is one of the strongest combatants of the Church of Justice besides the Pope!
The old man in black robes, still being pushed by the water jets, reacted quickly and grabbed a towering tree, holding on tightly.
Immediately, she was like a kite blown away by a strong wind, but the string got tangled in the treetops, swaying wildly in the wind.
Fortunately, the water column disappeared after a short while.
The Little Turtle sniffed, "It's been so long since I blew my nose, it feels so good."
Upon hearing this, everyone felt a wave of nausea wash over them, and then they all silently mourned for the old man in black robes.
So it really was snot!
Wang Yao looked at the Little Turtle with utter disdain.
"No wonder he absolutely refused to form a contract with you in the first place; he was disgusting. Didn't he warn you not to use that trick again?"
The Little Turtle said matter-of-factly, "My master only warned me not to use this trick in front of him, since he's not here. And you don't know, it's because my master always forbade me from using this trick that I've been holding my snot in until now. Just now, I blew it all out, and you have no idea how clear my nose is now. It's like someone who's been constipated for over ten days finally pooping."
Well...
The crowd was already disgusted, but after hearing the Little Turtle's analogy, they felt even more disgusted, and at the same time, they felt even more sorry for the old man in black robes.
Cough cough cough!
The old man in the black robe choked quite a bit on the water—no, it should be said that he choked quite a bit on the snot.
He coughed and coughed, then vomited again with a "whoosh."
He heard what the Little Turtle said.
The Little Turtle knows that the liquid in its nasal cavity, mouth, and stomach is actually its snot.
"Waaaaah--"
"How disgusting," the Little Turtle said with disgust.
Everyone was speechless, wanting to ask, "What gives you the right to complain?"
"Hey, stop throwing up. I'm asking you, where is that Advanced Psychic?"
After recovering, the old man in black robes looked up at the Little Turtle floating in mid-air.
Upon seeing the enlarged version of the Little Turtle, his pupils suddenly dilated.
"You, you--you are-- the Black Tortoise Baxia, Baxia?!"
These words deeply shocked the elders, led by Zhou Lingxing and Jin Changfeng, who all stared in disbelief at the Little Turtle in mid-air.
Seeing his father's bewildered expression, Zhou Zhengjiao couldn't help but ask, "Dad, what exactly is this turtle?"
Zhou Lingxing's chest heaved suddenly, his face turning pale and then flushed.
" The Black Tortoise Baxia, one of the four guardian Divine Beast of the Church of Justice in the past, was—was the contracted beast of that Holy Lord."
shock!
Zhou Zhengjiao's mouth gaped open; he finally understood what his father and the others were so shocked about.
It turns out that this ugly Little Turtle was actually that person's contracted beast, and also the guardian Divine Beast of the Church of Justice.
"That's not right. If it's one of the four guardian Divine Beast of the Church of Justice, why would it attack an elder of the Church of Justice?"
Zhou Zhengjiao Zhou Lingxing and the others wanted to know. They were also very curious as to why Black Tortoise Baxia would attack the elders of the Church of Justice and why it would follow this seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl.
Who is this girl?
" Baxia! Yes, you are Baxia! Your subordinate pays respects to Lord Baxia!"
The old man in black robes prostrated himself on the ground, banging his head heavily against the earth to show his piety and reverence.
However, the Little Turtle didn't give it any face at all, clenching its fists as if it was about to punch someone at any moment.
"You old fool, I'm asking you one last time, where did that Spirit Master go?! If you dare utter another word, I'll beat you so badly your own mother won't recognize you!"
The old man in black robes noticed the Little Turtle kept asking about the Advanced Psychic and wondered if it was interested in Spirit Weapon.
Thinking about this, he felt he had figured out the truth.
That Spirit Weapon was left behind by the Holy Lord. What else could the Little Turtle be here for if not for the Spirit Weapon?
Hahaha!
The Zhou Family! This time, you're the ones who should be in trouble!
"Over at the Zhou Family's place."
With just one sentence, the old man in black robes pointed the finger at the Zhou Family.
The Little Turtle and Wang Yao looked in the direction of the Zhou Family's residence at almost the same time.
To be precise, she was looking at Zhou Lingxing.
Where is he?
The Little Turtle's eyebrows furrowed, clearly indicating it was losing patience.
Zhou Lingxing thought the same as the old man in black robes: the Little Turtle's goal was to obtain Spirit Weapon.