What did Elder Sun mean by that?
The Star Officials and Night Wanderers in the back rows all heard Elder Sun's grief-stricken cry.
For a moment, they could not understand. Wasn't Yuanshi Tianzun the one who was finished? The sandified ground would leave a Night Wanderer's invisibility nowhere to hide. Thirty bronze puppets could hack Yuanshi Tianzun to death in a chaotic flurry of blades.
So who exactly was finished?
If Yuanshi Tianzun were an Earth Lord, there would be nothing to discuss. But he was a Night Wanderer. Even with defensive items from the Earth Monster profession, he could not withstand thirty battle sabers.
Faced with Elder Hongying and the others' questioning, Elder Sun said irritably:
"I once repaired a pair of shoes."
Shoes? The elders of Taiyi Sect continued staring at him in confusion.
Just then, a sharp clang from the arena interrupted their conversation, and the elders turned their attention back to the ring.
Under the Spirit Servant's control, a bronze puppet swayed from side to side as it rushed toward Yuanshi Tianzun with bizarre yet swift, Abnormal-like steps. It raised its rusty battle saber high and slashed down viciously.
Zhang Yuanqing raised his saber to block, only to feel as though what came crashing down was not a blade, but Great Sage Equal to Heaven's Golden-Hooped Rod.
The web between his thumb and forefinger split open instantly, blood streaming down.
This was a puppet? This was fucking a Fire Master—no, this was Bewitching Demon strength, wasn't it? Zhang Yuanqing nearly cursed aloud and accused the other side of cheating.
One puppet alone possessed such terrifying brute strength. With thirty of them, wouldn't I be hacked to pieces?
His heart tightened, and the hairs on his back stood on end.
Seeing Yuanshi Tianzun actually being suppressed by