Despite the hermit crab's shell showing cracks, the panda disciple wasn't feeling great either.
Generally, those black-and-white ocean creatures often carry some poison.
A punch like that shattered the shell, sending fragments flying, but also injured its hand.
At this moment, even the fur turned a light purple, slowly spreading upwards, and soon the whole arm would turn entirely purple.
But overall, it wasn't a loss for the panda disciple because it was the pain and the spread of the poison that awakened it, freeing it from being mocked.
"Roar!"
Seeing the situation was dire, it suddenly raised the poisoned arm high.
Crack...!
A layer of visible ice formed out of thin air on its fist, quickly spreading and sealing the entire arm.
"Huh? Ice power."
"Isn't Venerable Panda known for thunder power, so why does the disciple excel in ice technique?"
"The ice cultivation technique should only be learned by Venerable Penguin, right?"
