The Ninth Sister is a Prodigious Beast Master

The five spectators’ eyes sharpened at this moment, with Yan Ye squinting his eyes, a dangerous air casting over the colliding pair like a net. His fists were clenched tightly, leaving no doubt that if Beiting Huang suffered the slightest injury, he would undoubtedly throw a punch without any concern for the life or death of the Ming Sea Divine Turtle.

Nine-colored flames trailed a beautiful arc in the sky, and petals of flame even fell from the flexible sword like wilting flowers. Sword shadows rapidly separated from the flexible sword, and after colliding with the spiritual energy domain surrounding the Ming Sea Divine Turtle, they layered upon one another in a continual assault.

It was impossible to count how many streaks of sword light bombarded the Ghost Shell of the Ming Sea Divine Turtle one after another. At this moment, besides worry, a look of astonishment crossed the faces of Qiong Qi and the others. Even though Beiting Huang was only at One-sword God Rank, the abilities she displayed were truly astonishing.

Beiting Huang’s flexible sword had a clone attribute, which she used to create countless sword clones that all struck the turtle shell of the Ming Sea Divine Turtle simultaneously. The so-called constant dripping wears away the stone, and even if the spiritual power domain could not be broken through, the Ming Sea Divine Turtle would definitely not be having an easy time.

When the final sword descended with the force of a thunderbolt onto the back of the Ming Sea Divine Turtle, everyone heard a crisp “crack” sound. At this moment, a fiercer look appeared in Beiting Huang’s eyes. She clenched her left fist, covering it with divine power enhanced by a thick layer of nine-colored flames, and slammed it fiercely into the head of the Ming Sea Divine Turtle.

Boom!

The whole world trembled at that moment; this was the most crucial strike. No matter how many times the Ming Sea Divine Turtle was slashed before, Beiting Huang had only done so to slightly crack its turtle shell. When the shell emitted the crisp sound of fracturing, Beiting Huang’s strike finally took effect.

Space severely distorted at that moment, breaking apart, and it seemed as if a black hole appeared above in the sky. Chaotic flows from within the black hole pierced through, and the wild energies from a different time and space almost swept away this entire space.

At this time, the Ming Sea Divine Turtle had no choice but to gather the energy within its body to form a light shield in front of itself. The Ming Sea Divine Turtle was all too aware of the immense energy carried in Beiting Huang’s fist, and even with its thick turtle shell, it dared not let the punch land on itself.

However, Beiting Huang’s fist had already been launched, striking the wall of light. As the wall made contact with the flames on Beiting Huang’s fist, it turned into a puff of smoke, utterly failing to serve any defensive purpose. The divine power of a peak Divine Emperor was completely burned away by the nine-colored flames, and a massive black hole appeared on the wall of light.

And thus, Beiting Huang’s fist struck the old turtle unceremoniously.