The disciple was dumbstruck on the spot.
"This... this is impossible! The Puppet Arts are a closely guarded secret of our Heavenly Baleful Valley! How could you open my War Puppet?"
"Damn, are you looking down on this king?"
Chun Xiaobai grabbed the disciple by the collar and yanked him straight out of the puppet's skull as though pulling up a radish.
The disciple struggled a few times, only to find that he seemed welded to Chun Xiaobai's hand. He could not move at all.
He immediately realized that this fellow was no mere disciple at the peak of foundation establishment.
He instantly put on a fawning smile. "No, no! Big brother, this is admiration! Yes, admiration!"
"Bullshit! This king heard you loud and clear just now. You told me to hit you!"
As Chun Xiaobai spoke, he raised a fist the size of a cooking pot and smashed it into him.
Bam!
With a dull thud, the disciple instantly acquired a panda eye.
"Ah! I was wrong, I was wrong! Big brother, I was wrong!" The disciple covered his eye and begged for mercy over and over. "I've loved bragging since I was little! My mouth has been asking for trouble since I was little!"
"Asking for trouble?" Chun Xiaobai glanced at his mouth again. "Damn right it is."
Seeing the ill intent in Chun Xiaobai's eyes, the disciple immediately felt that things were going very badly. To these righteous-path disciples, he was a demonic cultivator.
Now that he had fallen into Chun Xiaobai's hands, he might really be treated as a demonic cultivator and tortured to death.
His eyes darted, and he hurriedly said, "Big brother, what do you think of my pup-my puppet? If you like it, it's yours!"
"Huh?"
Chun Xiaobai's fist, which had been about