(Today marks the beginning of the new year. I wish all Fellow Daoists good fortune in the Year of the Goat, and happiness and joy every day.)
Although Qin Fengming was not a bloodthirsty man, he was in the Ghost Realm, where any cultivator before him counted as an enemy. Toward enemies, what kindness could remain?
Since he could not take the other party's life, crippling him was still an option.
Back at the plaza, he had already harbored resentment toward the old man before him. The man had just acted arrogantly and ordered him to obediently hand over a drop of blood essence. Even a Great Cultivator would have found such a demand difficult to make.
At a thought from him, the three Puppets transformed into three clusters of silver light and immediately pounced toward the old man Ximen.
These three peak Ghost Commander Puppets truly did not disappoint Qin Fengming. They had not disgraced the materials from the Nascent Soul puppet that he had used to refine their bodies. Not only were they astonishingly tough, they also possessed tremendous strength. In a fight against a peak sixth-level demon beast skilled in close combat, they clearly held the upper hand.
A single Puppet could steadily defeat the opponent. Now that all three had attacked together, what accident could possibly occur?
The instant Qin Fengming's three Puppets appeared in the arena, the hundreds of cultivators watching the battle all drew in sharp breaths.
All three Puppets were peak Ghost Commanders. With the crowd's experience, they recognized that at a glance. Not only were the three Puppets astonishingly fast, their bodies were also incomparably tough, no weaker than a peak seventh-level demon beast.
Fighting that middle-aged Fei cultivator was no different from one person fighting three or four cultivators of the