"Kid, I think you're tired of living!"
Seeing this, the Faceless Puppet let out a cold snort. "Since you're being so proactive, this Divine Lord will grant your wish!"
The moment its voice fell, the Faceless Puppet moved. Like a swift cheetah, it turned into a fading afterimage and appeared before Li Zhōujūn.
A fist carrying the force of thunderous might smashed straight toward Li Zhōujūn's face.
Faced with such a fierce punch,
a smile appeared on Li Zhōujūn's face.
Just as the Faceless Puppet's fist was about to reach Li Zhōujūn's handsome face, when it was only a few steps away,
Li Zhōujūn opened his mouth wide. The Fourth-Rank True Immortal Artifact, Ao Xue Flying Sword, rose from his dantian and transformed into a streak of light. Like a bolt of lightning, it shot from his mouth and slashed toward the charging Faceless Puppet.
This move was something Li Zhōujūn had learned from Demon Venerable Tuohai.
Because of it, he also understood why flying swords were described as "a mouthful."
"Fourth-Rank True Immortal Artifact!"
Looking at the flying sword spewed from Li Zhōujūn's mouth, the Faceless Puppet's heart was instantly thrown into stormy seas.
How the hell was this kid so devious?!
You're a Fourth-Rank True Immortal—why pretend to be a First-Rank True Immortal?
To trick and ambush a puppet like me with barely a shred of intelligence—was that really acceptable?
It wasn't!
At this moment, it also understood why this kid had shut the door.
This kid hadn't been sealing off his own escape route. He had been preventing a Third-Rank True Immortal like itself from escaping!
"You won't get away!"
The Faceless Puppet watched the streak of light slash toward it, but it was already too late to react. It could only let out an enraged roar.