137: Chapter 138 Stop looking, get a basin, collect the blood!

That swallowing sound seemed to come from right beside his ear.

Just as Jiang Feng steadied himself, aided by the faint green light, two eerie green lanterns suddenly emerged from the water.

Immediately after, a golden turtle head, comparable in size to the stone house he lived in, slowly floated up from the foul-smelling, bloody water.

That pair of eerie green eyes locked onto Jiang Feng, devoid of any emotion, holding only greed for food.

Is this the Iron-Armored Golden Turtle?

With this size, people would believe it if you called it a prehistoric behemoth.

Jiang Feng was completely shocked. He had thought it would be big, but not this big—a single pot wouldn't even hold its head.

"Kid, be careful."

In his Sea of Consciousness, the Purple-Skirt Woman's voice rang out; that lazy, teasing tone had vanished, replaced by solemnity.

After all, the Purple-skirted Woman did not truly wish for Jiang Feng to die here.

"In its eyes, your massive vitality is nothing but a walking, human-shaped tonic pill. The reason it grew so large, besides devouring the essence of the Black Turtle, is precisely because of living flesh and blood like yours."

Jiang Feng understood, and at the same time, his opinion of this Purple-Skirt Woman shifted slightly.

"Perfect, saves me the trouble of searching for one."

Jiang Feng cast aside distracting thoughts and clenched his fists. Instead of retreating, he advanced, the reef beneath his feet cracking loudly under his step!

His entire body transformed into a black shadow as he charged head-on toward that massive turtle head!

He pushed his Small Golden Body Art to the limit, and a faint golden radiance flowed beneath his skin.

At the same time, the Bloodline power within him, derived from him and the son of Yuan Chu, erupted, merging with his own Water-Fire Source Constitution!

The three forces twisted into one!

Jiang Feng threw a punch!

The whistling wind from his fist tore a chasm several zhang long through the bloody water beneath him!

Facing this punch, which was strong enough to shatter mountains, a hint of mockery appeared in the Iron-Armored Golden Turtle's eerie green eyes.

It did not dodge or evade, simply letting Jiang Feng's fist slam onto its forehead.

Clang!

A loud crash rang out—not the sound of flesh colliding, but of a fist slamming into black iron!

An immense rebounding force surged back, numbing Jiang Feng's entire right arm and sending his body flying uncontrollably, where he slammed heavily into the cave wall behind him.

Conversely, not even a single white mark was left on the Iron-Armored Golden Turtle's massive head.

"Damn it, it's this hard?"

Jiang Feng slid down from the wall, shook his numb arm, and looked grim.

"Your current strength is too weak," the Purple-Skirt Woman said anxiously, "Use Yangguan Three-Fold!"

Without her needing to say it, Jiang Feng knew he could no longer hold back.

"Yangguan Three-Fold, First Fold!"

A low roar escaped his throat as his vital blood instantly burned. A violent power, far surpassing what he had before, surged forth from every fiber of his being.

His Aura surged; his already robust frame saw its muscles swell once more, his entire body exuding an explosive sense of power.

The Iron-Armored Golden Turtle seemed to sense a hint of a threat; it opened its giant maw and shot out a water arrow.

That was no ordinary seawater, but a lethal attack of highly compressed water mixed with corrosive mucus, fast as lightning.

Jiang Feng did not dodge or evade, and threw a punch of his own!

Boom!

The water arrow exploded in mid-air, turning into a sky full of foul-smelling liquid.

"Second Fold!"

Jiang Feng stomped his foot and surged forward once again, his power doubling once more!

"Third Fold!"

With three consecutive power stackings, Jiang Feng felt as though he could punch through the sky itself!

His strength had surged by more than eight times!

"Come again!"

Like a sharp sword unsheathed, he clashed furiously with the Iron-Armored Golden Turtle.

For a time, inside the giant turtle's corpse, the sounds of fists colliding with the turtle shell were ceaseless. Every impact erupted with sparks, churning the bloody water in the entire space into a tempest.

Relying on the terrifying, immense power brought by Yangguan Three-Fold, Jiang Feng was finally able to trade blows with this monster.

In terms of pure strength, he even faintly held the upper hand.

But the problem was, he couldn't break through its defense!

This beast's shell, head, and limbs were all absurdly hard.

His fists, capable of splitting mountains and destroying cities, slammed into it, but aside from a series of clanging sounds and shallow white marks, they caused absolutely no substantial damage.

Moreover, Jiang Feng's time was limited.

Half an hour!

The limit of Yangguan Three-Fold was half an hour.

Once time was up, he would fall into a weakened state due to the massive consumption of vital blood, and at that point, he would become a lamb waiting for the slaughter.

"Kid, look at its belly!"

Just as Jiang Feng was feeling extremely anxious, the Purple-Skirt Woman's voice rang out again.

"On its abdomen, there is a very faint fist mark! That place might be different!"

Jiang Feng's spirits lifted.

During a violent collision, the Iron-Armored Golden Turtle was punched into flipping over, exposing its relatively flat abdomen.

Indeed!

Right in the center of its abdomen, there was a fist mark that had almost blended into the color of the turtle shell!

"Now is the time!"

Seizing this fleeting opportunity, Jiang Feng moved like lightning, circling beneath it, gathering all his strength into one fist, and slammed it fiercely onto that fist mark!

Awooo!

A painful roar, one that no turtle should be able to emit, erupted from the Iron-Armored Golden Turtle's mouth.

The moment it was struck, its massive body spat out a large mouthful of blood, and its enormous frame visibly shrank by a large margin!

It's working!

Jiang Feng seemed to have found this beast's fatal weak point!

From then on, Jiang Feng no longer went head-to-head with it, but instead used his movement techniques to circle around, specifically looking for opportunities to make it flip over and attack the fist mark on its abdomen.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

Five consecutive heavy strikes all accurately hit the vital spot.

With each punch the Iron-Armored Golden Turtle took, its body shrank, and now its entire body had shrunk by nearly half, its Aura also becoming much more sluggish.

It seemed to have realized that its weakness was exposed; in its pain, it had actually become smarter.

It no longer attacked actively, but instead retracted its head and limbs into its shell, revealing only a pair of large eyes, and just floated quietly in the bloody water, refusing to come out no matter how much Jiang Feng provoked it.

It was waiting.

Waiting for Jiang Feng's strength to fade!

"Kid, time is almost up, retreat first!" the Purple-Skirt Woman urged anxiously.

Feeling the strength within him beginning to fade and the fatigue washing over him, Jiang Feng knew he couldn't drag this out any longer.

Gritting his teeth, he stopped fighting, turned around, and charged with all his might toward the entrance he had come from!

The Iron-Armored Golden Turtle seemed to sense he was running; its shell shook violently, and it wanted to poke its head out to intercept him.

"Get lost!"

Jiang Feng didn't even look back, throwing a backhanded punch through the air.

The terrifying wind from his fist scared the Iron-Armored Golden Turtle, which had just poked half its head out, into quickly retracting it again, watching helplessly as Jiang Feng's figure disappeared outside the giant maw.

...

Splash!

On the sea surface, a figure broke through the water and landed back on the inner island.

Everyone from the Black Turtle Tribe on the shore had been waiting for Jiang Feng's triumphant return, already burning with anxiety.

They had long heard the loud noises coming from beneath their feet on the island, and were all guessing that it was the Heavenly God helping them in their decisive battle against the great demon.

Everyone clasped their hands together, praying for Jiang Feng, and also praying for the Black Turtle Tribe.

Granny Gu, Little Queen Jin Xi, and the others were overjoyed at first to see Jiang Feng appear, but immediately after, everyone's expression changed.

They saw Jiang Feng covered in blood, a living blood-man, his hair disheveled, his appearance indescribably disheveled and tragic.

The waterless space around him, created by the Water-Avoiding Bead, was also pooled with blood at the bottom.

"Hea... Heavenly God..."

Little Queen Jin Xi's small face was deathly pale, her voice trembling, her eyes filled with worry and reverence.

Jiang Feng panted heavily, waved his hand, and looked around at the Black Turtle tribesmen, who were stunned by his appearance.

"Stop staring."

"Bring basins, and collect the blood!"