The puppet master's body slumped to the ground. Yu Xing watched closely but saw no sign of its soul escaping.
It seemed that even among Master of Ten Thousand's followers, there were great differences in ability. They didn't seem to have been taught by Master of Ten Thousand; rather, it looked as though they had joined him for their mutual benefit after making a name for themselves.
If that was the case...
Yu Xing looked thoughtful as he raised his eyes to the people on the street. In just a few breaths, they had drawn near.
There was nothing special about their clothes. If you ignored their bearing, they all looked like ordinary passersby you might encounter anywhere on the street. They were of average height, and none were handsome or ugly enough to be memorable.
Clearly, the members of the same organization varied greatly in quality. With a single glance, he easily spotted fear in the eyes of some of them.
Of course, a few remained calm as ever. One was a well-dressed, middle-aged woman who seemed to be their leader. With an eerie, light-footed gait, she tossed something at Yu Xing before saying a word.
Yu Xing saw it clearly: the woman had thrown a small stone sculpture, carved into what looked like a vicious beast that didn't exist in the real world. As soon as it hit the ground, it suddenly seemed to grow several times larger in his eyes. The rigid stone came to life and let out a deafening roar.
But the beast didn't pounce. Instead, in the instant it appeared, the woman tossed out a string of other stones, which silently formed a line. A series of muffled booms rang out, their force like a mountain collapsing.
Dust billowed from the ground. A crushing