"Hum"
The Old Stone Man King disappeared like a black ghost in the surging dark fog, as the Wolf Fang Stone Club shot up into the sky.
"Clang"
The ear-splitting sound, like the Thunder God forging iron, left the ears of the gods buzzing.
The huge fist of the Old Turtle sent the Wolf Fang Stone Club flying high, and with a second palm knife swung out, he shouted at the same time: "Turtle Grandfather decrees, the Peerless Talent Palm!"
The Turtle Claw, like a rainbow and a knife, reached under the lifted Stone Club toward the chest of the Old Stone Man King - so accurate and ruthless!
No one had expected that this Old Turtle, who claimed to have only a wisp of a brand left, would possess such terrifying battle strength, comparable to the peerless Stone Man King, forcing the Otherworldly Ancestral Gods into a temporary disadvantage.
"Huff..."
