Wang Lang did not know that the Ironclad Death God was merely a puppet. Intending to teach it a lesson, he raised Martial Dao Essence Qi over his five fingers and clawed at the Ironclad Death God's back.
As though it had eyes in the back of its head, the Ironclad Death God moved several times faster than Wang Lang and slapped him across the face.
Crack!
Wang Lang's face caved in, his cheekbones and jaw smashed apart. He spun seven hundred and twenty degrees through the air before crashing to the ground like a dead dog.
The Ironclad Death God gave Wang Lang an indifferent glance, then led the master of the Yesha Branch to Ning Xiaochuan's rear.
The Earth Venerable Realm experts of the Mystic Beast God-Slaying Battalion ground their teeth in fury. They found the Ironclad Death God unbearably arrogant and wanted to step in and teach it a lesson, but Cui Tao stopped them with a rebuke. "It is only a puppet. Why lower yourselves to argue with it?"
Cui Tao had already seen that the Ironclad Death God was merely a puppet, its spirit and thoughts controlled by Young Master Chuan. Yet he could not fathom what method Young Master Chuan had used to turn an Earth Venerable Realm martial practitioner into a puppet. Ning Xiaochuan altered his voice, making it deep and heavy as he said, "Lord Cui, Netherworld Manor and your faction have kept to our own waters. Why have you suddenly launched a bloody massacre against Netherworld Manor's branches?"
Cui Tao sneered. "I only seek one person. If the Manor Lord hands him over, the Mystic Beast God-Slaying Battalion will naturally stop targeting Netherworld Manor."
"Who?" Ning Xiaochuan asked.
A tremendous pressure emanated from Cui Tao. "Ning Xiaochuan of the Sword Pavilion