Legend of the Great Sage Chapter 671 - The Spirit Turtle’s Warning, the Arrival of Impending Doom

On a black mountain littered with strange, jagged rocks, towering in the sky.

The five words “Mountain Manor of Myriad Beasts” filled an entire cliff that stretched over three hundred meters across.

The cliff was covered with vague, totemic carvings of various beasts. There were both regular beasts and birds, as well as divine birds and exotic beasts that only existed in legends.

Roar!

A roar filled with ferity and fury shook up the mountains, making all the birds and beasts tremble.

An old man with ruffled hair who seemed as dignified as a male lion appeared on the edge of the cliff, gazing in the direction of the Green province.

“Who killed E Dan!?”

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The moment Li Qingshan killed E Dan, he suddenly felt a deep chill, and the spirit turtle gave off a strong omen of warning.

Even without divining through the spirit turtle, he could guess he had provoked an extremely terrifying figure by killing E Dan, and this figure was not someone he could contend with right now.

Master, Beast King!

He mulled over these two phrases before tossing it to the back of his mind. As his comprehension of the spirit turtle deepened, his omens of good and bad became more and more sensitive.

This was a form of impending doom, but it was not imminent. After the Beast King learned about E Dan’s death and found out who the murderer was from Jia Zhen, he would need to travel from the Dragon province to the Green province. It would all take time. Within the killing intent, there was a small chance of survival. Since he could not defeat him, then couldn’t he just run?

In short, if it were a blessing, then it was a blessing, but if it were a curse, it would be unavoidable. There was no need for him to fret.

Li Qingshan yawned and stretched, gazing at the blood-red swirl in the sky. He had no idea whether E Dan’s soul had already joined the Asura realm, or if the beast soul had devoured it, completely vanishing from the surroundings.

He lowered his head and gazed at the greyish-black golden core in his hand. There was a faint, totemic image of a black wolf, g

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