Inside the palace.
Standing against the ice-sealed wall, Jiang Ning felt the penetrating chill.
He looked up and threw a punch.
Boom—
His fist landed, and the ice layer instantly shattered; then, he retrieved a dark bluish-black scale from inside the ice.
"Old Turtle, feel this, estimate how many years of Dao this scale's owner has."
"Yes, my lord!" Old Turtle immediately responded.
Then, it took the dark bluish-black scale from Jiang Ning and sniffed it carefully.
"Reporting back to my lord, it's also about three hundred years of Dao!"
Upon hearing this, Jiang Ning slightly nodded.
"It seems the Dao level of the demons here isn't very high," he muttered to himself.
Both Old Turtle and the electric eel had a Dao of over two hundred years and had no power to resist him.
