The palm wind was fierce, carrying a decayed aura even more terrifying than Xuanjizi's presence in life. Lin Taichu hurriedly twisted aside. The palm wind struck a nearby pillar, blasting a huge crater into it and sending wood chips flying.
"Puppets feel no pain and never tire. You can't outlast him!" Lin Taichu knew this well. He did not dare clash head-on with Xuanjizi and could only rely on his movement technique to evade.
He drew Silver Needles from his robes and, during a gap between Xuanjizi's palm strikes, precisely thrust them into the puppet's joints. Yet the moment the needles went in, an eerie force flung them back out. Xuanjizi did not even pause.
The Cult Master sat in a chair beneath the eaves, drinking tea as he watched the show. "Stop wasting your effort. Every meridian in my puppets has been soaked in specially prepared Medicinal Liquid. Acupuncture is useless against them."
Lin Taichu gritted his teeth and took out a Blazing Fire Talisman he had refined earlier. He lit it and hurled it at Xuanjizi. The talisman erupted into roaring flames that engulfed Xuanjizi's body.
But after burning for a while, the flames gradually died out. Xuanjizi's clothes had been burned to tatters, yet his skin was merely blackened, without the slightest sign of a burn.
"This is my specially prepared fireproof Medicinal Liquid. Forget a Blazing Fire Talisman—even a top-grade flamethrower wouldn't harm him in the slightest," the Cult Master said smugly.
Xuanjizi suddenly accelerated and threw a punch at Lin Taichu's chest. With no time to dodge, Lin Taichu could only raise his arm to block it.
A crisp crack rang out. Agonizing pain shot through Lin Taichu's arm; he did not need to look to know it was broken. The tremendous impact sent him