"Name·Tide Rising!"

Jinren grabbed the sharp piece of paper and slashed it upwards, using the name of the deity.

The deity is me.

The borrowed ancestral power is something no one else can do, and he doesn't have the only famous sword, supernatural weapons and other treasures.

He can completely reproduce this famous swordsmanship that he learned through acquired skills!

After losing the old turtle, the turtle boy did not panic at all. Even though he looked surprised under the sword, he still muttered to himself:

"This is the power of the Medicine Ancestor? The power of the Art Ancestor? The two are combined into one... the art of life change?"

He actually made no resistance and regarded the more turbulent famous swordsmanship as if it were nothing.

The sword light slashed away.

The hearts of the people are filled with despair.

As expected, he was too weak and his strength was too low, and the old turtle's vitality was even more terrifying, not inferior to the old fish at all.

He simply can't keep up his weird tricks for long!

There was a bang, and in just a moment, the piece of paper turned into an old turtle.

The sword wave was unable to cut out at all. After the old turtle came back, he pinned Jin Man to the ground with one claw, vomiting and bleeding violently.

There is no way to save the day!

I have lost my sparkle in everyone’s eyes, and I have been walking on thin ice in my life...

The little boy rode back on the turtle's back, put his hands in front of his legs, smiled and leaned down to look down:
Chapter completed!