After reaching the True God Stage, Yang Chen had rarely encountered the feeling of meeting a worthy opponent.
The early True God Stage was too weak, the Mid True God Stage was not enough to fight him, while the late True God Stage was too strong... There had always been a sense that no one's strength quite matched his own.
But now, he had found one.
This puppet had actually stirred the battle intent buried deep within his heart for so long, giving him the desire and urge to fight.
How many years had it been? Yang Chen was no longer that hot-blooded youth of old. All that remained was the calm tempered by the passage of time. The reason his battle intent had been provoked now was simply because his opponent's strength was almost exactly on par with his own.
"Hahahaha, good!" Yang Chen laughed wildly. Then the Cunxue Divine Spear surged fiercely, its power swelling.
Then, both he and the puppet took two steps back!
"Hee hee hee, brat, not bad..." The puppet suddenly let out a series of shrill laughs. Then, to Yang Chen's astonishment, it actually... actually spoke.
Yang Chen could scarcely believe his ears.
After all, what stood before his eyes was clearly a puppet. Yet when he examined it carefully, he discovered that the puppet was more like a piece of clothing. Beneath it, there truly was a fluctuation of aura, along with a pair of bright eyes.
Yang Chen found this even harder to comprehend. What exactly was going on? Was there a living person controlling the puppet from within? What was this?
He knew that if he wanted to unravel all these mysteries, he would have to use his strength.
"Brat, with just this little skill, you can't defeat me." The puppet