Who Holds the Advantage?

Beneath the Red Moon, Su Qing cursed the Samsara Demon for being despicable. They had agreed to settle matters of life and death one-on-one in this world, yet it had shamelessly recruited evil gods from outside.

Upon the Red Moon, the Samsara Demon was in no better mood. Seated upon an enormous throne piled from flesh and blood, the entire demon scurried in circles like an ant on a hot pan.

"Tier 6 Puppet—it really is a Tier 6 Puppet! I'm doomed, I'm doomed! He actually made one!"

"I knew it. Putting a Puppet Master in this world was like letting a rat into a granary. He'd be so pleased he'd blow snot bubbles!"

No one understood the gap between a Fifth-tier Puppet and a Tier 6 Puppet better than the Samsara Demon. Especially since this Tier 6 Puppet had been made specifically to counter it—it was even more terrified and uneasy.

Su Qing believed that Jingshen Realm was a battlefield specifically chosen by the Samsara Demon.

In reality, how could the Samsara Demon have been stupid enough to give him such ideal conditions for development?

According to the Samsara Demon's plan, relying on its greater authority over the Samsara Dao Pattern and the aid of the Six Paths of Samsara Disk, the battlefield it had selected for Su Qing was a desperate land in a chaotic age, where yin and yang were inverted, the Five Elements were thrown into disorder, fathers and sons forsook all human bonds, and moral order had crumbled.

That realm had no Spirit Stones or spiritual energy. When living beings fought, they could only wield armor and weapons to commit violence, tearing and biting each other apart with mortal flesh. Even one who could fight ten thousand men would be no match for a Tier