A Man Like None Other

Before he could even react, the cultivator had been knocked over by the jets of pitch-black water and fallen into the Night Sea. For a brief second, he struggled to stay afloat before vanishing into the depths of the Night Sea without a trace.

“What an idiot. How dare he insult the divine turtles by calling them animals? He might as well wish death upon himself.”

“These divine turtles have long developed higher-order thinking. Did he think that they couldn’t understand our language just because they have not taken the form of a human being?”

Not a hint of grief could be found among the crowd as they spectated the sudden, brutal death of the cultivator. Instead, they were all sneering gleefully.

The divine turtles were powerful, yet they had never attacked humans unprovoked. Unsurprisingly, most of the cultivators had grown fond of them.

Despite the cultivator’s instant death, the crowd believed he had been let off easy for bad- mouthing such divine creatures.

While the masses were discussing the gruesome death of the cultivator, the gigantic divine turtle had already taken Jared more than five kilometers away.

Squinting their eyes to focus better, the crowd searched the sea surface for a glimpse of Jared, but to no avail. When they realized that Jared was nowhere to be found, the people sighed wistfully.

to give up one’s own life to tame a divine turtle.” “He sure overestimated himself. He’s merely at Fifth

to tame the biggest divine turtle? We’ll

the most embarrassed.” As the crowd of cultivators discussed with each other,

paying Dalton any attention. Hence, with Jared no longer in their field of sight, the crowd instinctively

realization of Jared’s disappearance, Quinley and Cloud felt as though icy fingers had wrapped around

at the Night

and tame a divine turtle, not to mention the biggest one there is!” Just then, Zordey felt a newfound sense of admiration for Jared. Regardless of what his opinion of Jared was, the latter’s ruthless vigor was something to

deaf ear to Zordey’s comments. As of then, her mind had been taken captive by anxious thoughts of Jared’s safety. She was

turtle’s shell. His hands had long turned into a horrendous blend of blood. and flesh from the sheer

into the Night Sea, but Dalton had no plans on giving up. He knew what was at stake. If he could not tame a divine turtle, his and Rosetta’s presence in the

escaping! For Rosetta’s sake, Dalton was determined to

He seems to be trying hard. Just look

of an aura from him. He must be a