"Tentacle beetles, huh? Ugly little things, but no matter."
Zhong Shenxiu pointed at the enormous beetle charging towards him and laughed heartily, "Beetle, I will have you aid my cultivation!"
As he spoke, he misstepped, nimbly dodging the beetle's charge as well as the following lashes from its tentacles, and circled to its rear.
In the next moment, he landed a palm on the beetle's hard shell.
Crack!
A crisp sound echoed in the darkness, traveling far and wide.
Zhong Shenxiu, holding his hand which bounced back red and in pain, couldn't help but swear under his breath, "The damn real me is such a pitfall... Does this mean that any random dog could become my nemesis of death?"
Calamities weren't fixed and weren't graded by strength.
To the Primordial Spirit Ancestor, perhaps only disasters at the level of the Dharma Body could be considered a tribulation.
But for an ordinary person, this terrifying and disgusting giant insect was a massive death calamity!
