The Old Turtle clearly wasn't prepared. For beings of their stature, it was customary to introduce themselves to their opponent before commencing battle. Even in death, one should know by whose hand they fell. Moreover, the Ming Sea Divine Turtle had already addressed her as "Little Huang Jiu"; if he did not recognize her now, he must have been an acquaintance from ten thousand years ago.
Between acquaintances, misunderstandings should not lead to hasty violence.
Yet Beiting Huang never played by the rules. With a swing of her sword, divine power wrapped around the flexible blade, where the nine-colored Nirvana Fire roared as if to split the entire space in half. The surging divine power whipped up a tempest, and the lake beneath the Ming Sea Divine Turtle was once again engulfed by colossal waves. As these waves came into contact with the divine power, they were vaporized into steam, escaping into the sky.
