Tang Changsheng smiled faintly. Bees darted out, one for each member of the Moon-Worshipping Cult.
Yet none of them dodged. Each simply held out a hand and caught a bee.
"Well? What do you think of it?" Tang Changsheng asked with a smile.
"Divine Power, just as I thought..." A look of wild delight crossed the Bronze Armor Corpse's face. "I knew I wasn't mistaken. You have Divine Power on you. Strange. How does a cultivator come to possess such a thing?"
Tang Changsheng only smiled. He had no reason to share that secret with them. He held the upper hand, after all, and it was better to keep an air of mystery about him.
Some fools gained the slightest advantage and immediately chattered away, desperate to flaunt every last detail about themselves. Fools like that had only bad luck coming to them.
In fact, Tang Changsheng had deliberately given these people the impression that he was both powerful and mysterious. It made the Moon-Worshipping Cult wary of him. Otherwise, with their greed for Sky Silver, why would they still be talking? They would have seized it long ago.
Anyone who could send a spirit a thousand miles away had to be at least at the Manifestation Stage—and a master among masters at that, someone infinitely close to the Yin Spirit stage.
They did not know that, hundreds of miles away, Tang Changsheng himself was using the Three Realms Mirror to maintain this connection and direct his Doppelganger at any moment. They took him for a master of that caliber instead...
What was more, Tang Changsheng had shown no fear of the Corpse-Guarding Worm and had even escaped the trap they had so carefully laid.
Each of these things had left a deep impression. So although they could plainly see