"Hmph, you little bastard, what a surprise. You really did join the Misty Sect, and even managed to make a few waves. But today, your doom has come. Die!"
Along with those words came a voice that was bone-chillingly cold and brimming with murderous intent.
The speaker had a sinister, cold face twisted into a savage grimace. He was none other than the third-ranked fighter among the Corpse Puppet Sect's True Immortal Realm experts, and one of those who spared no effort in currying favor with Huang Guo and his associates.
As the chilling man spat out his terrifying threats, he deftly controlled five puppets of different shapes, each radiating an eerie aura, and sent them lunging straight at Zhao Bufan like starving tigers pouncing on prey.
He himself, however, scurried far away to safety like a timid, cowardly rat, shouting threats and encouragement all the while. On the surface, he looked fierce and aggressive.
In truth, panic had already begun to creep into his heart. He lacked the courage to face Zhao Bufan head-on, much less fight him to the death.
Faced with this sight, Zhao Bufan showed not the slightest fear. Instead, he roared in righteous fury, "Hmph! Whether Huang Guo sent you, whether you're following orders from Chen Jin and his lot, or whether someone else is pulling your strings from the shadows...
"Today, that head on your shoulders is destined to be mine!
"Consider it a little interest collected in advance!"
Before his words had even faded, Zhao Bufan shouted again, "Ten Thousand Souls Banner, emerge!"
Then he swept his arm, brandishing the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, and an immensely powerful surge of malevolent soul energy erupted.
In an instant, countless hideous ghosts and resentful spirits burst howling from the Ten Thousand Souls Banner in