Di Shisan could not even spare a moment to wipe the blood from his mouth. He abandoned every trace of his lofty bearing, his voice sharp with fear and urgency.
"W-wait! Chen Lin! I didn't do this!"
He pointed at the false core on the ground, vehemently denying the accusation and even swearing. "Blood Sacrifice Spirit-Stirring?! I carry the exalted demon emperor bloodline! Why the hell would I use such vile methods to ruin the Demon Tribe's descendants?"
"Think, Chen Lin! All of Kunlun has only ten Nascent Soul Great Demons! Planting hidden agents around the globe? Creating that many Core Formation cultivators in half a year? Where would I get all the spiritual veins and essence blood to squander on that?"
"Kunlun won't take the blame for this!"
Di Shisan was genuinely panicking. The man before him was a madman who would not listen to reason. Unless he explained himself clearly, those three hundred puppets would raze Death Valley.
Chen Lin stared at him coldly. The next instant, his divine sense pierced Di Shisan's sea of consciousness like steel needles.
Di Shisan dared not resist, allowing Chen Lin to probe his current emotional fluctuations.
Utter terror, overwhelming indignation-but not a trace of deceit.
Chen Lin slowly withdrew his divine sense, raised his right hand, and gestured downward.
Clang-
The three hundred battle puppets sheathed their blades in perfect unison. Their killing intent receded like a tide, but the terror they left behind was etched deep into the bones of every demon present.
All of Kunlun fell silent. The Black Bear Demon, who had just been clamoring to eat humans, now knelt with his head pressed firmly to the ground, not daring to breathe too loudly.
The hundred thousand demons had been utterly broken. Every great demon revealed their true