210: Chapter 210 The Old Tortoise Appears

When the voice of the powerful being came down from high above, Yun Feng and Fei Luo stepped forward in unison, shielding Lin Qing behind them.

This instinctive action warmed Lin Qing's heart. It was impossible for the two of them not to know what kind of existence they were about to face, yet they still stood up.

After the powerful being's voice descended, those Elders who had been guarding outside the Secret Realm were initially puzzled, but soon, their Disciples came out to explain it to them, while those Disciples who had walked out of the Secret Realm had long since revealed expressions of schadenfreude.

Everyone's gaze turned toward Lin Qing's direction. Watching the two, Yun Feng and Fei Luo, overestimate their capabilities by standing in front of Lin Qing, some sneered and shook their heads, while others offered warnings.

"Two Fellow Daoists, things have reached this point, it would be better to preserve yourselves."

This warning was well-intentioned. In their view, handing over Lin Qing alone was better than everyone remaining here. After all, looking at the current situation, even if the two fought to the death, they would not be able to secure a chance of survival for Lin Qing.

Under the gazes of many Cultivators, Lin Qing placed his hands on the shoulders of the two, Yun Feng and Fei Luo, and gently pushed them aside.

"Two Seniors, rest assured, things are not as serious as you imagine."

"Haha, you bumpkin from Dongxuan, do you think that at this point, the name of Dongxuan can still protect you?"

Someone on a Flying Boat not far away spoke up mockingly. Lin Qing turned his head to look; he had no impression of the faction this person belonged to, and the Disciples of that sect had not yet emerged from the Secret Realm.

There are always such people in the world; even when you are complete strangers, they will kick you when you are down.

Unfortunately, he chose the wrong target. His strength was only at the Ninth Rank, and he was the only one on his Flying Boat—a typical small faction.

Perhaps it was precisely because his own faction was so small and he was used to being bullied that he developed that twisted psychology of enjoying kicking people when they are down.

Things having reached this point, hiding his strength was no longer important. A cold glint flashed in Lin Qing's eyes, and he immediately formed a claw with his right hand, sucking the air toward that person from a distance.

That person never expected that under such circumstances, Lin Qing would dare to attack him, nor did he expect Lin Qing's strength to be so terrifying that he could actually shake him.

Caught off guard, he flew uncontrollably toward Lin Qing's direction, and it was only halfway there that he finally reacted.

He immediately began to circulate his Qi, wanting to break free from this gravitational force, but unfortunately, Lin Qing had already arrived before him and had already gripped his throat.

Under the comprehensive suppression of Physical Body, spiritual power, and will, this person was completely unable to make any effective counterattack.

He reached out to grab at the air, looking as if he were pleading for help from the surrounding crowd, but unfortunately, the only response he received were pairs of indifferent eyes.

He finally realized that he was actually nothing either. These people had chosen to stand by when they saw Lin Qing and the others encounter difficulties, and they held the same attitude when he encountered difficulties himself.

He turned his gaze toward Lin Qing, pleading light flowing in his eyes.

"Those with weak strength should be even more cautious in their words and actions!"

Subsequently, this person's body, together with his Primordial Spirit, exploded in mid-air, dead beyond doubt.

With so many experts present, if they had wanted to stop Lin Qing, they could have easily done so, but they did not.

Firstly, they were indifferent by nature, and secondly, the powerful being high above had not spoken, so they naturally would not interfere recklessly.

"Heh, even more of a Prodigy than the rumors suggest; you have actually reached the God Realm. Since you have finished venting, don't waste time, come with me."

The voice of the powerful being from high above came again, filled with undisguised excitement and greed.

"Fellow Daoist, do not be impatient. My Lingxiao Sword Sect is also interested in such a peerless Genius; why not let me take him back instead."

"I, Wanyan Spirit Pavilion, am also interested."

Even though Lin Qing was still standing there, these powerful beings had already begun to argue over who he belonged to.

"Stop arguing. If any one family obtains such a Prodigy, the other four will not be reconciled. Let us follow the old rules and research him together. Boy, why haven't you come up yet!"

Lin Qing stood in the Void Realm, hands behind his back, and said with a calm expression:

"I apologize, but I am afraid I cannot go with you today."

"Stubborn and unyielding!"

The patience of the powerful being was limited. It was one thing that Lin Qing did not take the initiative to fly up at the beginning, but now that he dared to clearly refuse, a powerful being with a fiery temper finally attacked directly.

A giant hand several miles in size reached out from the Nine Heavens and then grabbed toward the position where Lin Qing was located.

The pressure of the powerful being poured out. The Flying Boats around Lin Qing, whether Ninth Rank or Tenth Rank, immediately began to sway, then retreated dozens of miles away from Lin Qing.

For a moment, a huge void formed where Lin Qing was, and the giant hand was now only a few feet above his head.

"Lin Qing!"

From Yun Feng's Flying Boat came the exclamations of the crowd, but unfortunately, at this moment, everyone, including Yun Feng and Fei Luo, was firmly suppressed on the Flying Boat and unable to Move.

Just when everyone thought the matter was a foregone conclusion, a gust of wild wind swept over, and the giant hand of that powerful being was instantly blown away.

"Who?!"

The attacking powerful being immediately exclaimed. Anyone who could so easily break his Move could not be simple.

No one answered his question; a rumble reached everyone's ears.

The rosy light between heaven and earth began to stagnate, the rock strata beneath the ground emitted a dull roar, and the surrounding mountains began to sink downward. The firmament seemed to be squeezed by a heavy force, and the clouds began to collapse toward the ground.

Darkness gradually descended. Some Cultivators circulated their spiritual power to emit spiritual light, but it quickly began to flicker and then extinguished. The gravel on the ground floated uncontrollably into the air.

Subsequently, a terrifying pressure descended, and whether it was gravel, Flying Boats, or the Cultivators themselves, they were all smashed hard onto the ground.

Immediately after, this space was enveloped in darkness, as if covered by a large pot, with only a long, thin band of light remaining at the distant horizon.

After a while, the upheaval finally stopped, and the heavy pressure gradually dissipated, allowing everyone to finally release their Divine Thought.

They hurriedly spread their Divine Thought, wanting to see what had happened. The next moment, everyone revealed an expression of horror.

In their perception, a giant turtle with a body size of at least ten thousand miles was standing above their heads at this moment.

Its back shell was covered with crisscrossing patterns, and every crevice was large enough to accommodate a rushing great river.

Its limbs were so thick that they far exceeded the volume of ordinary mountains. At this moment, the tips of its claws were already buried deep underground, and the ground around its four limbs had risen under the pressure, forming continuous plateaus.

An ancient voice resounded between heaven and earth.

"Today, he indeed cannot go with you."