Chapter 813: Turtles Gone Crazy

Covering the Sky, Chapter 815: The Turtle Goes Wild

“Ah…” the Dragon Head Ancient King roared. As an ancestor of his race, who dominated in ancient times with few rivals, he was utterly knocked down by a single slap from a turtle. He was almost insane.

The black turtle perched calmly on the Barbarian King’s head, tilting its neck, and slowly said, “Screaming won’t help you.”

The Dragon Head Ancient King trembled with rage, his eyes like two cold, sharp knives. He stood up and advanced step by step, divine laws surging like a sea, brilliant as rainbows, intertwining to form paths.

All light struck the turtle’s shell, and all sorts of divine laws cleaved against its dark, interwoven mystic armor, all silently dissipating.

“Slap!”

At that moment, the black turtle extended another large claw, as big as a winnowing basket, and slapped the Dragon Head Ancient King, knocking him down onto the ground once more.

Bones crackled…

The Ancient King’s bones exploded, shattering into countless pieces. Covered in blood, he almost disintegrated. He transformed into a blazing light and fled, reappearing several hundred feet away.

The Dragon Head Ancient King’s face was ashen, looking utterly wretched. Moments ago, he had been looking down on everyone, but now he had almost been crushed by a turtle. How could he endure such humiliation?

“Do you remember who I am now?” The black turtle slowly settled on the Barbarian King’s head, wiggling a small claw. “Xuanwu. I am the great Xuanwu.”

“Argh…” The Dragon Head Ancient King was almost mad. He saw this as a profound insult. His two dragon horns glowed brilliantly, emitting rays of light that sought to tear through the sky, accompanied by the rumbling roar of the Great Dao.

The Dragon Head Ancient King exploded into fragments, then reformed his body as a beam of light far away, his face still ashen and extremely ugly.

“Hegemon Divine Fist… I was actually defeated by the Hegemon Divine Fist!”

“Still haven’t learned your lesson? This is the Hegemon Divine Fist, created by the great Xuanwu! Today, I will make sure you remember it forever!”

The black turtle stood upright and charged forward, its two old black fists spinning like giant millstones, stirring up strong winds. The surrounding mountains, as if made of paper, were all uprooted and flew into the distance.

People were horrified. Various divine laws were densely packed on those two black fists, no wonder they could shatter all the Ancient King’s secret arts. The power of the Heavenly Dao flowed within them.

“Boom!”

The two Saints battled once more. It must be said that this black turtle was unbelievably fierce; its two old fists shattered the void and destroyed all obstacles.

It unleashed one hundred and eight punches in a single breath. Although most were desperately parried by the Dragon Head Ancient King, still large swathes of fist shadows landed on his body.

“Remember, this is the Hegemon Divine Fist!”

The Dragon Head Ancient King’s body was disintegrating. Indelible black marks were left on his flesh and broken bones.

Especially on his face, there were more than a dozen black patterns, shaped like small turtles, left by the fist prints.

When they separated again, the Dragon Head Ancient King was on the verge of madness. Not only was he utterly defeated, but he was also branded with marks of humiliation, which flickered with dark light and could not be erased.

Everyone nearly burst out laughing. Even the various ancient races, intimidated by the Ancient King’s divine might, were struggling to suppress their laughter.

The Dragon Head Ancient King was covered in wounds, especially on his face, where more than a dozen small turtle marks had been imprinted and could not be removed.

“Remember, I am Xuanwu! If you dare to forget again, I’ll carve it onto your primordial spirit too!” the black turtle declared solemnly, its face serious, yet making everyone want to laugh.

The Dragon Head Ancient King had truly gone mad. Could there be anything more humiliating than this? Previously, he had flaunted his might, humiliated the human race, and silenced everyone around.

But now, he had been blown apart by a turtle bastard, with turtle marks carved onto his body and face by immense power, making them indelible. He cried out to the sky, roaring incessantly.

“You black… Hegemon Divine Fist!” The Dragon Head Ancient King gritted his teeth.

“I’m telling you very seriously, the great Xuanwu is enraged! I will blast you into dust with the Hegemon Divine Fist!” The black turtle’s face was stern, then it swung its old fists and charged.

Divine laws of the Great Dao shimmered, magical power surged like a sea, earth, fire, wind, and water spun. The two battled until the heavens collapsed and the earth tore apart. The Dragon Head Ancient King was almost blown to pieces by the pair of black turtle fists.

Finally, he let out a frantic roar of indignation and then… turned… and scurried away, fleeing for his life.

At that moment, he disregarded everything – face, dignity, all were empty. Survival was paramount.

By now, he truly feared this turtle. Panicked, he fled without choosing a path, transforming into clouds, wind, and lightning, escaping continuously.

“Remember, I am the great Xuanwu!” The turtle pursued him from behind, dead serious, clearly unwilling to let him go.

This was clearly a monumental event with severe consequences, as it involved chasing down an Ancient King. Yet, people laughed, finding it hard to feel any sense of urgency.

The various ancient races were in the same predicament; they wanted to laugh but couldn’t, feeling quite uncomfortable. It was too insane! A turtle raised by the human race was a Saint, capable of making a powerful Ancient King flee in terror. How could the other races possibly survive?

Ultimately, all human cultivators began to laugh, feeling immense satisfaction. This Ancient King, who had scorned humanity and attempted to suppress a Saint, deserved to be pursued by a “great Xuanwu.”

“Boom!”

Suddenly, the aura of an ancient Great Emperor permeated the air, and the resounding waves of the Great Dao were deafening!

From the vast sky, stream after stream of misty green aura descended, each as thick as a mountain, grand and heavy, like celestial rivers cascading down.

In the infinitely distant sky, a distinct small world faintly appeared, churning with chaotic energy, as earth, fire, wind, and water rotated. Within it, a green pagoda shimmered in and out of view.

This was an overwhelming aura, righteous, peaceful, and vast, without aggressive might, yet possessing an inviolable sanctity and solemnity.

Not only ordinary cultivators, but even the Dragon Head Ancient King and the black turtle froze, daring not to make a move. Even they felt that any insolence would surely lead to their destruction.

The West Emperor Pagoda!

Also known as the Immortal Tear Green Gold Pagoda, it was personally forged by the West Empress Mother in ancient times. Having endured countless grand eras, it remains immortal and has been passed down to this day, capable of suppressing everything in the world.

“The Jade Lake Grand Assembly has rules: no one is permitted to incite battle here. We hope the Ancient King of Hidden Dragon River will abide by them,” the voice of the Jade Lake Queen Mother echoed from the sky.

An ultimate Emperor Armament is, in itself, an invincible existence; it is an alternative continuation of an ancient Great Emperor’s life. Who in this world would dare to challenge it? Once an Emperor Armament fully awakens, even an Ancient King charging forward would meet a tragic end!

However, the process of its awakening is somewhat slow. Ultimate Emperor Armaments are difficult to control; even many powerful cultivators exerting their full strength would take a long time to activate one, often risking having their vital essence drained.

Otherwise, with an Emperor Armament in hand, one could declare themselves supreme, unrivaled by anyone in the world.

Apart from the ancient Great Emperors themselves, no one can truly fully activate an Emperor Armament, not even a Saint. Even if they could operate it, it would be extremely strenuous.

Of course, within their respective mountain gates, there are certainly array patterns personally set up by ancient Great Emperors, which can accelerate the awakening of an Ultimate Emperor Armament without consuming too much vital energy. That is why the Immortal Tear Green Gold Pagoda manifested at this moment.

The West Queen Mother’s words were directed only at the Dragon Head Ancient King. Even the misty green pillars of aura descended only above his head, causing him to feel immense pressure, even a hint of fear.

Within this pure land of the Jade Lake, the West Emperor Pagoda surpassed everything in the mortal realm. Anyone who entered this place, even a Saint, would lose their freedom.

Seeing that no pillars of aura hung above its head, the black turtle was quite pleased. It then extended a small claw and beckoned to the Dragon Head Ancient King, saying, “If you’re not convinced, come over, and I’ll carve the words ‘Xuanwu’ onto your face.”

White smoke billowed from the Dragon Head Ancient King’s nostrils. His earlier spirited demeanor, when he dictated to the world and looked down upon all beings, had completely vanished.

“If you dare, fight me outside!”

“Alright!”

Duan De, Li Tian, and Li Heishui secretly cheered, stirring up trouble as if afraid there wouldn’t be enough chaos.

Many human cultivators also smiled, feeling that this turtle had too much character. Its actions were truly akin to stomping this arrogant Ancient King, who had once looked down on everything, from the heavens down to the ground.

No one obstructed them. In fact, no one could. The Dragon Head Ancient King didn’t want to stay for another moment and immediately charged out.

The black turtle landed, growing to over a person’s height, standing upright like a strange figure carrying a black pot on its back. With its hind legs on the ground and its front claws clasped behind its back, it slowly ambled away, barely faster than a snail.

The Ancient King, waiting outside the Jade Lake, fumed with impatience, fire in his eyes, nearly rolling them back into his head, for a full quarter of an hour before finally seeing that turtle bastard slowly sauntering towards him.

Without any unnecessary words, the Dragon Head Ancient King immediately displayed his strongest divine art. The radiant halo behind his head was so brilliant it outshone the sun.

The halo expanded, transforming into a dazzling disc that devoured the vital essence of all beings and plundered the primordial energy of heaven and earth, forming an indestructible precious wheel.

“Clang…”

A clear, resonant sound echoed through heaven and earth. The divine wheel behind his head grew even more blinding, making him appear like a translucent deity.

“Boom!”

Finally, the precious wheel glowed and roared, resembling a wheel of reincarnation. It shone upon the black turtle, unleashing the power of samsara.

“Heavenly Dao Reincarnation!”

The Dragon Head Ancient King roared with immense domineering aura. With a single step, the heavens in all ten directions trembled. As the precious wheel descended, the sky outside the Jade Lake almost returned to primordial chaos.

“You dare to compare your domineering aura to that of the great Xuanwu? Watch me break you!” The black turtle retracted its entire body into its shell. A thousand divine laws, ten thousand spells—all were useless against it.

Various laws transformed into blazing light, all falling upon the black turtle shell. Mysterious and ancient patterns flickered on its surface, dissolving the endless divine radiance, making it impossible to breach.

From afar, people were astonished. Perhaps no one in the world possessed such abnormal defensive power; it withstood the Ancient King’s strongest divine art without harm.

“What is the origin of this Xuanwu?” Ye Fan whispered to the Barbarian King. He only knew it was the guardian deity of the barbarian tribe but hadn’t realized it was so powerful.

“Who raised it? Let me see… It should be my grandfather’s grandfather’s…” The Barbarian King continued with a long string of ‘grandfather’s grandfathers’, indicating he couldn’t even clearly state how many thousands of years this turtle had lived, conservatively estimated to be over six thousand years old.

Normally, this turtle paid little attention to anyone, only occasionally exchanging a few words with the Barbarian King. It was surprising that it spoke so much today upon encountering an Ancient King.

“Die!” the Dragon Head Ancient King roared. The disc behind his head became even more blinding, blazing like the sun as it descended to suppress Xuanwu. With a single roar, mountains shattered, and even clouds hundreds of miles away dispersed; his aura swallowed mountains and rivers.

“You’re still not fit to compare domineering aura with me! Let’s see who is superior!” The black turtle, completely unfazed, roared back.

It poked its head out of its shell, swung a pair of old black fists, directly collapsing heaven and earth, and roared: “…Hegemon Divine Fist!”

One could say its movements were comical, and its name wasn’t particularly grand; it sounded suspiciously like ‘Turtle Bastard Divine Fist,’ but its punches were undeniably fierce and powerful.

The black fists: The first punch directly shattered the radiant disc, breaking it apart. The second punch directly severed both of the Dragon Head Ancient King’s arms. The third punch, upon landing, pierced through his chest.