Windblown sand kept the young man from opening his eyes. He squinted, shielding his face with his arm.
Shock flooded his heart. That puppet actually has the strength of the Great Emperor Realm? How could a puppet possess great emperor cultivation?
Could it be!
A horrifying thought sprang into the young man's mind, and he could not suppress it.
That puppet had actually been refined from a great emperor. Using a living person as material to refine a puppet was pure demonic heresy, a supremely evil art!
Realization dawned on him. No wonder it wore a full suit of silver armor.
Even though he believed he had uncovered the truth, he dared not speak carelessly, afraid of bringing death down upon himself.
Evil cult or not, Chen Mu could refine a great emperor into a Corpse Fiend. Did his strength need any further explanation? Was there any room for doubt?
As a useless nobody who did not even have a spiritual root, he was not arrogant enough to report Chen Mu to the authorities and expose him as a member of the Demon Cult for the sake of so-called justice.
His mind was filled with nothing but, This has nothing to do with me. Nothing to do with me...
As long as he could stay alive!
He had no great ambitions in life. Staying alive, selling his labor each day, and having enough to eat and drink were all he wanted.
He dared not even dream of remaining evergreen through the ages or ruling the world alone. Just thinking about such things exhausted him, right down to his heart.
"Emperor's Might!"
Liu Jianchuan, meanwhile, was equally shaken upon learning that the Shadow Puppet possessed the strength of a great emperor.
He glanced at the other two Shadow Puppets.
He could