As the words fell, the entire treasure vault's aura became increasingly murderous.
At the same time, countless extremely powerful auras began to vaguely emerge one by one in the darkness.
Meanwhile, Zhang Pengtian's momentum climbed steadily, reaching an extremely terrifying level in the blink of an eye.
Yue Qinghuan, who had been watching coldly from the side, couldn't help but sigh softly, "Immortal Venerable Peak, just a hair away from a Half-step Saint! Now, it seems there's going to be quite the show!"
Indeed.
When Zhang Pengtian's momentum reached its peak, it pressed down relentlessly on the Shadow Turtle Emperor's power, forcing it to retreat.
Then Zhang Pengtian sneered, "Shadow Turtle Emperor, in the Death Dark Domain I'm no match for you, but in this Bead City, you're nothing more than a turtle in a jar!"
With these words, Zhang Pengtian extended his hand, slamming a palm towards the Shadow Turtle Emperor.
