Yi Chen sneered. "I'm not interested in knowing your name... since you've come looking for me, you should know you're all certain to die today."
The bloody shadow laughed wildly. "Once we kill you, we'll be free. We have no need for weak, cowardly trash. Death can only be a good thing."
Yi Chen shook his head and glided forward. The Black Sword in his hand traced a blur of afterimages, and more than a dozen sword shadows pierced the bloody shadow and his companions in an instant.
Amid a string of metallic clangs, the Black Sword carried their corpses flying backward several hundred yards. They slammed into a great tree and collapsed into a puddle of mangled flesh, never to rise again.
Yi Chen sighed. "You're too stupid. Just because you betrayed the Demon Dragon Hall, I have to kill you. Why put yourselves through this? Hmm, I haven't played at slaughter before."
He suddenly threw back his head and roared. The Black Sword in his hand erupted with dazzling rays stretching tens of thousands of feet. More than a dozen metallic clangs rang out in succession, and more than a dozen heads flew into the air. The bodies of the slain men in black were actually smashed into fragments that filled the sky.
Yi Chen frowned slightly. "The spells used to refine these puppets are simple and crude, but they're very powerful. It seems the Demon Dragon Hall truly deserves its reputation as a sect with thousands of years of heritage and a vast collection of treasured texts. Hmm, this secret puppet-refining art could be adapted into a more suitable spell. I could try refining more intricate, sturdier puppets. They'd be much easier to carry that way."
While he was muttering, three old men in heavy armor emerged