What Frog Daoist? He Was Just a Little Green Frog

On the Small Broken Boat.

Chen Xun and Big Black Ox remained utterly calm, gazing leisurely at White Spirit as it inexplicably lunged at them. Especially that damn hairy 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 maw wide, its gaze savage, as though it wanted to swallow Chen Xun and Big Black Ox in one bite. The frog atop it crossed its arms and let out a cold snort.

Buzz—

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

The rolling clouds stopped flowing. The wind fell still. Even the birds atop the distant mountain ranges froze in place, as though time itself had solidified.

The Desolate Ancient Beasts on the ground no longer roared. It was as if White Spirit had been seized by the throat, hanging motionless in midair with its mouth still open.

It seemed to witness the world standing still. All around it was an expanse of white; even dust and spiritual energy drifted past its eyes at a speed visible to the naked eye.

White Spirit felt ice creep over its entire body, its hair standing on end. The savagery in its eyes turned into fear and despair. This is bad!

Croak~

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...

Its campaign had failed before it even began... it could not die before achieving anything!!

Frog Daoist let out a