"Damn it, here we go again."
Seeing Lin Zhan's powerful strike, Saint Qiming summoned all his energy and activated the defensive formations of his luck armor.
A "ding" sound echoed, but it was nothing compared to the previous one.
With a light, crisp sound, Saint Qiming looked at Lin Zhan, dumbfounded. "That... is that all? Damn it, you can only do that one move? You're not even as good as a three-second man."
Then, Saint Qiming revealed a sinister grin. "My great nephew was right. Since you're useless, don't blame me."
With that, Saint Qiming erupted in golden light, exuding a suffocating pressure. He swung his warhammer and brought it down on Lin Zhan.
A thunderous clang.
Saint Qiming's warhammer did not land on Lin Zhan as expected. Instead, it was blocked by a thick, fearsome turtle shell.
Xiao Hei grinned menacingly. "You idiot, don't you know my boss is a beast tamer? You want to go head-to-head with him in close combat? Aren't you bullying him?"
"Let this Black Lord play with you this time." With that, he raised his massive turtle claw. A colossal phantom of Xuanwu appeared behind Xiao Hei, instantly merging into his turtle claw strike.
"Xuanwu Heavy Strike!" With a flash of black light, Xiao Hei's gigantic turtle claw landed heavily on Saint Qiming.
Xiao Hei's full-powered strike, imbued with the Xuanwu bloodline, shattered the luck shield above Saint Qiming's head. Even the sacred luck light on his body dimmed slightly.
"Damn it, how is this brat's shell harder than mine?" Xiao Hei said, glancing at his own turtle shell.
"That hammer blow really..." Lin Zhan rubbed his head.
"Damn it, what am I going to do? If I killed their son, those two old bastards from the God-Demon of Luck won't leave me alone."
He then glanced at Tian Nu, who was being suppressed by Chi You and She Zu Tun Tian.
"Sigh... I still have to rely on the elders. Good thing they knew to go easy. Thank goodness I didn't kill the great-grandson of the God-Demon of Luck. Maybe this can still be reasoned with."
"After all, sons and grandsons, I still left them one, didn't I?"
With this thought, Lin Zhan's gaze towards Tian Nu softened.
"Hmm, why didn't I notice this brat earlier? He actually looks quite pleasing to the eye."
"Um... your uncle suddenly had a change of heart and shuffled off his mortal coil. Do you have anything you want to say?"
Tian Nu rolled his eyes at Lin Zhan. "Say what? My uncle didn't leave me any aunts to take care of. What, should I kowtow for him?"
"Besides, it's not that I look down on you guys, but you're still a bit short of killing my uncle. Don't tell me your clans didn't leave you any resurrection methods?"
"Just watch. My uncle might look young, but that's all an act. Considering the time my father and uncles sealed him, even you old folks would have to call him ancestor."
Lin Zhan looked at Tian Nu, utterly bewildered.
"Damn it, how much of a grudge do you have against your uncle? What, did Saint Qiming steal your girl or dig up your foundation?"
"If it were my uncle... my uncle died before I was born. Forget it, I won't mention him."