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Feng Rong's expression completely changed, a thousand weigh falling like rain, once was a coincidence, twice could not be, to say nothing of more!
In the heavy rain, the iron chain was struck consecutively two more times by a thousand weigh, flailing in the rain like a snake, no longer under his control—like an unbridled horse, the reins still in hand but utterly useless.
Was this the true capability of the Dragon Turtle? The power wasn't great, merely that of Stepping Sky Three-fold, but each drop of the heavy water struck precisely at the nodes of his True Yuan!
Upon encountering this too frequently, it could no longer be considered mere coincidence but skill. Unbidden, his mind recalled the legendary White Spirit of the Dragon Turtle Tribe.
He had no dealings with White Spirit; when White Spirit reigned supreme, he was not yet born, and when White Spirit died, he was just over two thousand years old, without the qualifications to leave the Sealed Emperor Great World.
