"Is what you said really true?"
The Twelve Ancestral Witches stared at Ling Feng in disbelief. Knowing what they were thinking, he curled his lips into a smile and summoned a masked Quasi-Saint he had created.
All at once, the Twelve Ancestral Witches froze.
With the truth laid out before their eyes, they had no choice but to believe him. Still, Zhurong could not help asking, "It really was you?!"
"Haven't you already seen for yourself?"
Ling Feng said regretfully, "It's just a shame I couldn't blow Eastern Emperor Taiyi and the others to death."
"That's true."
Zhurong nodded numbly, still reeling from the shock and responding purely on instinct. A moment later, he recovered and cried out again, "You brat! You've been hiding your cards so well!"
Gonggong and the other Ancestral Witches all turned toward Ling Feng, their faces filled with astonishment.
Zhuyin, however, had something else on his mind. He pressed, "Thirteenth Brother, where did you recruit so many Quasi-Saint experts? And why were they so willing to obey you, even to the point of detonating their souls and bodies?"
Facing the questioning looks of the other Ancestral Witches, Ling Feng, who had already prepared his explanation, said directly, "Actually, I possess a special ability that allows me to create Quasi-Saint puppets. Those are the Quasi-Saints you saw."
"Quasi-Saint puppets?"
"You're saying those Quasi-Saints were all puppets? That you created them?"
Zhuyin's voice quickened. The other Ancestral Witches also fixed their attention on Ling Feng, looking almost eager.
Clearly, Ling Feng's words had shocked them once again.
"That's right."
At those words, the Ancestral Witches could not help sucking in a breath of cold air.
Creating Quasi-Saint puppets-such an ability could truly defy heaven.
Moreover, the puppets Ling Feng created were no weaker than early Quasi-Saints. Most