Frost Clan

"What traitors?"

Chen Luo reached out and pressed a hand onto the Puppet's shoulder. He remembered that when he had bestowed Enlightenment upon the Puppet, he had only used the brain of resentment and had not added any extra memories. Why had it started talking to itself the moment it woke up? Could something have gone wrong in one of the steps?

"I'd recognize that bastard even if he turned to ash!"

Resentment's eyes were blood-red. The aura unique to a Tribulation Crossing Cultivator swept out like a vast ocean, affecting the heavenly phenomena throughout the valley. Even the thunderclouds that had hovered above Thunder-Fire Canyon for ten thousand years without dispersing began to twist.

Specks of blood gathered in his hand, transforming into a long crimson blade.

Dense killing intent shot straight into the heavens.

The nearby Artifact Forgers were frightened pale, while the disciples beside them fainted on the spot, collapsing to the ground with foam spilling from their mouths. The three Artifact Forgers who remained standing trembled as they looked at resentment in the center. The bearded Artifact Forger was the most shocked of all.

He felt that the artifact-forging path he had painstakingly cultivated for his entire life now looked like a joke. Compared to the Artifact Forger beside him, the magical treasures he had forged were like cheap wares from a roadside stall.

"You mean there's someone over there?"

Chen Luo looked in that direction as well, extending his Divine Sense. Other than the thunderclouds and ice and snow, he sensed nothing. As for the "Blood Demon Sect traitor" resentment had mentioned, there was not even a shadow of one.

"You can't see him."

Only after sensing the Tribulation Cloud locking onto him did resentment sober up. He frowned slightly, withdrew the murderous intent he