"Delusional."
The instant the shadow blade fell, dozens of bucket-thick roots shot up from the bottom of the blood pool, weaving into a massive dark-purple net that blocked the blade dead in its path.
"Hiss!"
The dull boom made the entire rear courtyard tremble.
The blade cleaved into the net. The crackling of snapping roots came in a dense barrage like popping beans, while sap splattered everywhere.
Even more roots surged from the bottom of the blood pool, winding layer upon layer around the blade and forcibly stopping the strike.
The Shadow Puppet paused. Not only was the massive blade in its hand bound tight, but dark-purple roots had crawled over its torso and limbs as well.
Within the blood pool, Gu Yunzhou watched the Shadow Puppet struggle in vain, the corners of his lips lifting slightly.
That so-called senior who had been playing god and ghost was, in the end, nothing more than this.
This unfathomable puppet was indeed formidable. The extremely yin Killing Intent it carried was highly suppressive against the Sacred Flower's blood aura.
But so what if it was suppressive?
No matter how capable a puppet was in battle, could it defeat all the roots beneath the entire City Lord's Manor?
Over the past ten years, the Sacred Flower had devoured no one knew how many enemies seeking the Corpse Liberation Method.
Even if that Killing Intent restrained him, there was no way it could dissolve the accumulation of so many years in such a short time.
"Senior, at a time like this, are you still unwilling to show yourself?"
Gu Yunzhou tilted his head slightly, his gaze sweeping through the City Lord's Manor.
Unfortunately, let alone the other party's figure, he could not catch even the faintest trace of their aura.
"Senior, do you intend