The Ninth Sister is a Prodigious Beast Master

Chapter 1247: The Power of the Fusion with the Nine-Colored Nirvana Fire
The Old Turtle clearly wasn’t prepared. For beings of their stature, it was customary to introduce themselves to their opponent before commencing battle. Even in death, one should know by whose hand they fell. Moreover, the Ming Sea Divine Turtle had already addressed her as “Little Huang Jiu”; if he did not recognize her now, he must have been an acquaintance from ten thousand years ago.

Between acquaintances, misunderstandings should not lead to hasty violence.

Yet Beiting Huang never played by the rules. With a swing of her sword, divine power wrapped around the flexible blade, where the nine-colored Nirvana Fire roared as if to split the entire space in half. The surging divine power whipped up a tempest, and the lake beneath the Ming Sea Divine Turtle was once again engulfed by colossal waves. As these waves came into contact with the divine power, they were vaporized into steam, escaping into the sky.

Amid the howling wind and mist, the flexible sword, carried by divine power, tore through the air, slashing viciously down upon the crown of the Ming Sea Divine Turtle’s head.

There were no complicated techniques, just the simplest and most direct strike that left no room for evasion—even for the wily old turtle. At that moment, it was too late to raise a claw to block the blow. Startled, the Old Turtle had seen those who were reckless with their lives, but none as recklessly suicidal as this. This was not merely killing; it was a fight to the death.

What in the world was this servant girl so angry about? She had destroyed his dwelling; did she not even have a single complaint left? Humph, she must have damaged her brain during reincarnation.

But now, it was too late for the Old Turtle’s complaints. He could only retract his head into the shell, and her sword strike landed upon the turtle’s shell.

Bang!

A thunderous noise erupted as the flexible sword collided fiercely with the Turtle’s exceptionally hard shell, ancient inscriptions appearing on its surface. A dark Inscription flashed on the shell then shattered into fragments of light, dissipating into the air. In that instant, an energy wave rolled out in all directions; the sky was shrouded with dark clouds, and fierce winds rampaged as ancient trees that had grown for ten thousand years were turned to dust by this energy wave, swept into the heavens, and even the grasslands by the lake were peeled away layer by layer, the earth and stones scurrying as if the end of the world had arrived.

Witnessing such a violent collision, even Qiong Qi and the other three felt their scalps tingle. They recognized the power; the inscriptions on the turtle’s shell had been revealed, and to think that the Ming Sea Divine Turtle was forced to use his house-guarding skills against Beiting Huang’s single strike—the energy contained within that strike was nearly invincible.

“Heavens, is this the might of the Nirvana Fire merged with nine colors? If I were to confront the Demon Queen again, here in the Central Continent, I’d have no chance of victory!” Qiong Qi couldn’t help but recall the encounter in the Magical Beast Forest with Beiting Huang. If it were today, the one sustaining severe injuries would no longer be Beiting Huang, but him instead.

“Half a year’s time!” Bai Ze could only shake his head, even with his own eyes as witnesses; he still couldn’t believe what he was seeing. “I remember, the first time we saw her, she had no spiritual energy fluctuations and was being chased and called a waste.”

“Seems like the Ming Sea Divine Turtle isn’t going to have it easy this time!” Xuan Wu gestured towards the Turtle’s back, his tone betraying a thrill he hadn’t noticed himself.

After the collision of two immensely powerful forces began to gradually dissipate, everyone followed the direction of Xuan Wu’s pointing, looking towards the Old Turtle’s back. What they saw was simply breathtaking.