"So what if you're here? Just in time to settle the matter of Moon Pavilion disturbing my cultivation."
Ethan Smith's demeanor was indifferent.
He stepped forward and was already in front of Turtle.
He threw a punch, and Turtle's entire chest caved in. With one strike, who knows how many bones were broken.
"Still not dead! You truly are a stubborn old turtle," Ethan remarked.
"Someone! There's a human cultivator here!" Turtle shouted in fear.
Earlier at Moon Pavilion, he thought Ethan was just an ordinary True Saint Second-level cultivator. Who would have guessed that one punch nearly cost him his life?
Dozens of strong divine senses instantly locked onto Ethan. Before he could react, a black figure streaked past him like lightning, leaving five clear blood marks on his flesh.
The Gu Carving, with a human body and an eagle-like head, stood a thousand meters away, its cold, sharp gaze fixed on Ethan.
"Such speed!"