What a clever Taoist, a slight misstep and I fell into his trap, disturbing my mind.
The old turtle's body stopped abruptly, somewhat hesitant to look at Sun Wukong.
If it weren't for his warning, I might have already fallen into the old Taoist's trap, being led by the nose.
"With such a state of mind, daring to come out in these chaotic times."
The Taoist attacked again, holding the Spirit Sword with ease, breaking through the old turtle's defense and drawing a large swath of blood.
After landing a hit, the Taoist furrowed his brows.
A flash of brilliance passed through his eyes, then he said, "No wonder, after all, he possesses the Divine Skills of recovery."
The old turtle stared coldly, his wounds already restored to their original state.
"Old Taoist, you've done well, you have successfully angered me!"
"Uh... brother, just fight and finish it, no need for more talk, be careful of more helpers coming," Sun Wukong reminded in time.
Dumbfounded by the old turtle.
