Chen Changsheng looked at Hui Zhi before him, the sneer on his face deepening. Had this monk chanted himself stupid?
Did he think two such flimsy sentences would be enough to make him take the bait? Who knew whether hundreds of bald heads were hiding behind that door, waiting to catch him off guard and kill him the moment he entered?
He actually had the nerve to trot out such a stale scheme before him?
Did he really think I, Chen Changsheng, spent over a decade lying low in the Secret Chamber doing nothing?
Chen Changsheng raised his hand, and a streak of violet light flew from his sleeve.
A puppet that looked exactly like Chen Changsheng stood before the Buddhist gate Hui Zhi had summoned.
Even Hui Zhi, as he was now, probably could not have distinguished which of the two Chen Changshengs before him was the true form when he saw the puppet Chen Changsheng had made, were it not for the Black Lotus within him!
The first time he had seen the puppet Chen Changsheng summoned, he had only been in the Nascent Soul Realm and had not found it particularly astonishing.
But now that Hui Zhi was already a Great Cultivator, seeing it again felt exactly the same as it had back then.
That alone was enough to show how exquisitely Chen Changsheng's puppet had been made.
It could fool even the eyes of a Tribulation Transcendence Stage expert!
That was the most terrifying part: he had made something capable of deceiving the eyes of a Tribulation Transcendence Stage expert while still in the Nascent Soul Realm.
Such puppetry could no longer be described as masterful. It deserved to be called terrifying!
The puppet before him should no longer have been called a puppet, but a