"Since I've stepped into this place today, I won't leave a single remnant of you behind."
He planted one foot, and the power of frost and thunder poured down like an inverted icefall. Lightning surged as it bore straight toward Wang Lin.
At that moment, Wang Lin suddenly let out an enraged howl, and flames soared a hundred zhang!
"Blood Puppet Guards... arise!"
Before his voice faded, a thunderous tremor shook the depths of the earth. Stone fragments pattered down as three ancient bronze coffins engraved with ferocious patterns suddenly rose from the sea of blood.
"Roar—"
Three roars of utmost savagery burst from the coffins. It was as if some kind of seal had been broken. Three pairs of scarlet pupils opened in the darkness, radiating suffocating killing intent.
The bronze coffins opened, and the three Blood Puppet Guards sprang into action. The Fire Puppet slammed its fists together, the sparks condensing in midair into the ancient seal-script character "Li Fire." The Thunder Puppet planted its spear, and thousands of electric snakes shot through the cracks between the green bricks. The Wind Puppet's form blurred into unreality, and a foul wind carrying bone dust suddenly whipped through the cellar.
Blood Puppets of Fire, Thunder, and Wind—the Three Baleful Intentions had emerged! Each Blood Puppet was comparable to an Eighth Rank Intermediate martial artist.
Wang Lin's remnant soul plucked up a wisp of blood mist, condensing it between his fingers into a scarlet rose. "Look, this is a flower nourished by the heart's blood of the Saintess of the Swift Wind Sect." When the petals unfurled, the girl's tear-streaked face at the moment of her death appeared within. "If slaughter is art, then I am the greatest painter in this mortal world."
He raised his hand and swept it down,