The tattered black robe looked as though it had been weathered by the erosion of endless years, covered in dust.
Through the holes in the black robe, skin the color of brass could be seen clearly.
Looking at that stern face seemingly cast from molten bronze, Jiang Chuan wore a curious expression.
"After becoming puppet constructs, how much strength do you so-called 'immortal' elders and disciples of the Netherworld Sect still have?"
"At the very least, enough to kill you."
Before the black-robed man had finished speaking, another seven or eight former Netherworld Sect elders and disciples with brass-cast bodies descended from the sky.
"So many have come. Good. Saves us the trouble of looking for you."
Jiang Chuan took the Primordial Qi Gourd from his waist. "If you do not wish to turn to dust, hand over your sect master's Soul Crystal and all the Netherworld Sect's treasures now."
"This Dao artifact is not bad, but with your strength, can you activate it once or twice?"
A silver figure clad in yellow appeared out of thin air before the black-robed figure.
As the silver figure appeared, the black-robed man and the others all bowed.
"Greetings, Elder Yue Feng."
"I truly cannot activate it many times, but Senior Bai is different."
The moment Jiang Chuan finished speaking, he felt something touch his calf.
Looking down, he saw Ancestor Ziyun raising a paw and smacking him.
"Jiang Chuan, something is wrong with Bai Mengqiu."
Jiang Chuan hurriedly turned to look.
Bai Mengqiu stood blankly behind Jiang Chuan, her eyes hollow and her peerlessly beautiful face full of numbness.
"Senior Bai was ambushed?!" Jiang Chuan was startled.
"Boy, just now, you seemed to believe that the Netherworld Sect achieved its so-called immortality by turning its elders and disciples into puppets. But have