"Kill!"
Sensing the danger, the Blackwater Palace Lord's gaze flickered. He suddenly let out a furious roar and knocked Lin Cheng back with a single strike.
The light shrouding his body instantly faded away, revealing his true appearance.
Lin Cheng did not react much to this sight.
But Xuan Shan's eyes instantly widened, disbelief written all over his face as he blurted out, "Master?! No, it's not Master... Tian Mo, you old thief—you actually... you'll die a miserable death!!"
Master!
Only then did he see clearly that the one fighting Lin Cheng all this time was no Blackwater Palace Lord.
It was his deceased master!
Or rather, not the man himself, but his corpse!
The Blackwater Palace Lord had refined the corpse of his master, Daoist Tianmang, erased its life imprint, and turned it into his own corpse puppet!
"Tian Mo, you old thief!"
The silver-haired old man's eyes turned bloodshot. To refine a puppet, even to turn it into another incarnation of oneself—
A corpse alone would never suffice... the other party had to retain a sliver of life!
Otherwise, it was impossible to succeed.
In other words, his master might only have been gravely wounded back then, not completely fallen. But after his strength had been greatly diminished, he had been ambushed by the Blackwater Palace Lord of that time and refined into another incarnation!
He had directly gained strength comparable to the Immortal Realm.
With that, the cultivation speed of his true body would naturally have increased enormously.
So that was it!
Lin Cheng evidently understood something as well, and the way he looked at the Blackwater Palace Lord changed slightly.
This man was truly vicious.
A shrill voice rang out. The numbness in the Blackwater Palace Lord's eyes shifted slightly, and he gave a cold laugh.