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Just as Ron was chasing a second-order narwhal.

The underwater currents suddenly became unnatural.

It didn't seem like a natural change; rather, it seemed like someone was controlling it. Ron stopped wielding his dragon spear, narrowed his eyes, and gazed into the dark depths of the sea.

Margaret also stopped her pursuit, her silvery-white scales occasionally reflecting a dazzling light in the deep sea.

"Someone's coming," her voice echoed in Ron's mind.

Immediately afterwards, a human-shaped figure emerged from the dark abyss.

It was a sea turtle, though not very big.

Calling him a monster is an understatement; he's more like a person.

It carries a tortoise shell on its back, walks upright, and holds a cane in its hand.

A pair of cloudy eyes were staring at Ron, the silver dragon's shadow reflected in the pupils.

Tier 3. Turtle Sage.

Behind it followed several sirens, all disheveled and glaring at Ron and his companion with hatred. They were probably some of the sirens that had been accidentally released during the previous extermination of their race.

They hid behind the turtle sage, pointing at Ron and chattering away.

The sea turtle sage also looked very unwell.

He knew that a giant dragon was causing trouble, but when he arrived, he discovered that it was a dragon knight among humans!

Moreover, the aura of that third-tier dragon far surpassed his own; that silver dragon alone could probably easily defeat him, not to mention the dragon knight.

If things go wrong and you encounter a relationship of restraint, you'll end up losing out.

But since we're already here, it's too late to run away now.

He swam slowly closer, his murky eyes fixed on Ron and Margaret, attempting to intimidate and deter them:

"Human dragon knight." The turtle sage's voice echoed in the seabed, deep and resonant.

"You have been slaughtering sea creatures in my waters, and I need an explanation."

Otherwise, our powerful sea creatures will demand justice from you!

Ron rode on Margaret's back, his dragon spear held horizontally in front of him, and the seawater automatically parted around him, forming a transparent bubble.

He looked down at the old tortoise, whose aura was profound and ancient, and which was not to be ignored even among those at the third tier.

"An explanation?" Ron's lips curled up slightly.

"These are the people who started it."

The sea turtle sage remained silent for a moment, a hint of anger flashing in its cloudy eyes, but it held back from lashing out.

It knew that if it took action now, it would definitely suffer a loss.

"Human, I can overlook the fact that you killed my people." The turtle sage's voice softened, carrying a hint of wanting to ease the tension.

"But you must leave this sea immediately and never return. Otherwise, you will not be able to withstand the wrath of the sea creatures."

Ron raised an eyebrow: "Are you ordering me around?"

"It's not an order." The turtle sage's tone left no room for argument.

"This is advice. This is the territory of the sea race, not a place for you humans to run wild. You are very strong, but I am not the only expert among the sea race."

If this drags on any longer, and the others arrive, you won't be able to leave even if you want to.

The sirens behind it were a little anxious when they heard that the sage was going to let the murderer go, but they dared not question the turtle sage.

After all, the Sage is the oldest elder in the Coral Sea.

They are powerful and take good care of the weaker tribes, making them well-known and respected among the sea people.

Ron stared at him for a few moments, then smiled.

"Advice?" He gripped the dragon spear tightly, channeling his battle aura into the tip, which glowed with a pale golden light.

"Do you know that I absolutely hate eating beef?"

Ron said arrogantly.

"Perfect, I'll use you to test my newly broken-through strength."

After saying that, he joined Margaret in a sudden charge forward.

A flicker of surprise and anger flashed in the turtle sage's cloudy eyes; it hadn't expected this human to actually dare to make a move.

Its flippers slammed against the seabed, creating a surging undercurrent that tried to sweep away the oncoming silver dragon.

But Margaret didn't dodge at all. She broke through the undercurrent and swept her dragon tail across the turtle sage's shell.

"clang--"

The deafening clang of metal clashing echoed across the seabed, causing the surrounding sirens to cough up blood.

The sea turtle sage was spurted out, rolled around on the seabed, and smashed a large area of ​​coral reef.

But when he came to a stop, Ron saw that there was only a faint white mark left on the other turtle's shell, and everything else seemed fine.

"Such a hard shell." Ron squinted.

The sea turtle sage steadied himself, but even the best-tempered person couldn't hold back anymore.

"Arrogant human, you don't know what's good for you!!"

The turtle sage's voice turned cold.

It opened its mouth, and a high-pressure jet of water shot out from its throat, heading straight for Ron.

The water jet was as fast as a cannonball. Ron dodged to the side, the jet grazing his shoulder before shooting into the coral reef behind him, blasting the entire coral into pieces.

"Not bad, not bad, but if that's all the strength you have, you're probably not going to leave here today."

Ron was now eager to try the taste of the Tier 3 original liquid.

"Hmph! You can talk big again once you've broken through my defenses."

As he spoke, he waved his wooden staff, sending a strange beam of light into the air.

Ron was prepared to react, but the light scattered in all directions.

Ron's face darkened immediately.

"That old bastard, he said he was going to fight, but then he turned around and asked for help."

Ron had no choice but to try one more time.

The Turtle Sage is probably at the mid-stage of the third tier. His attack is average, but his defense is truly astonishing.

Ron and Margaret both kicked him like a ball, but he didn't even suffer a minor injury.

The pulling and tugging was taking longer and longer.

Ron's face darkened. If this dragged on any longer, the other experts from the sea tribe would arrive, and he didn't want to experience being surrounded and attacked.

But just as he was preparing to retreat, a dull thud came from the small garden.

It was Han Yue who made the commotion.

Ron paused for a moment, his mind wandering into the small garden.

An ice ball exploded, revealing an ice giant over eight meters tall standing in the training ground of the small garden. Its blue-white skin was covered with new lines, and its aura was more than twice as strong as before.

Third order.

Breakthrough.

Ron was overjoyed. A flash of white light, and Han Yue rushed out of the small garden.

An eight-meter-tall frost giant landed on the seabed, his feet stomping on the sand and stirring up large amounts of mud and sand. He held a large ice crystal club in his hand, its blue-white light standing out conspicuously in the dark seabed.

"Master, I will obey your orders!" Han Yue said in a deep, muffled voice.

Perhaps it's because the Frost Giant has been on the verge of death so many times in the Little Garden, but even now that he has broken through to the third tier, he has no intention of defying Ron.

This made Ron even more satisfied with the little garden.

"Go! Get him!!" Ron ordered the Frost Giant.

No sooner had the Frost Giant finished speaking than he swung his ice crystal club, shattering an incoming current of seawater.

A flicker of panic finally crossed the turtle sage's cloudy eyes.

The dragons and dragon knights were already troublesome enough, and now there's a third-tier frost giant added to the mix. Its reinforcements haven't arrived yet; can they really hold out?

For a moment, he began to feel a little insecure about his tortoise shell.