Shan Ling gulped mouthfuls of saliva. She looked at Yi Yun in disbelief. What had just happened?
This Yi Yun was clearly a junior member of Taixia Ancient Mining. How could he have such strength? Besides that… he had used just physical strength alone!?
At that moment, Yi Yun looked frowningly at the metallic seal in his hand which was stained with red and white brain matter. The turtle had harped on and on, making him believe that he would be of a particular standard. He never expected the turtle to be so weak that his head would be smashed in with a single strike.
Although that had happened, Yi Yun was in no way happy. On the contrary, he was rather disappointed. Fey warrior bodies, which had always been placed on a pedestal, appeared to be nothing impressive. How was he to perfect his Dragon Emperor Technique?
Was it because the Dragon Emperor bloodline from the Ascending Dragon Cauldron was just too powerful?
