"Back then, Zhang Jue unleashed the Yellow Turbans' raging tide with this art because he had a million Yellow Turbans, overwhelming his enemies with a sea of men unafraid of death! And now you think a mere eight can stop me?!"
Lu Changfeng gave a ringing laugh and pushed his movement technique to its limit. The embryonic form of the Selfless Dao footwork within the Supreme Sword Dao emerged. Several Lu Changfengs seemed to appear in different positions at once, each executing a different move, making it extraordinarily difficult for Zhang Lingjun and the Yellow Turbans Warriors to lock onto him!
"Too stupid!"
Lu Changfeng's voice came from the left, then the right. "If you simply leave them to their own devices and let walking corpses fight on instinct, they're bound to lose to... someone who knows how to lay traps!"
As the last word left his lips, he suddenly appeared beside a Fourth Realm Yellow Turbans Warrior. He seemed to throw a punch beneath its ribs, and the warrior instinctively swung an arm to block. Yet halfway through, Lu Changfeng's fist abruptly changed direction, his fingers extending. A strand of invisible Sword Qi, condensed to the utmost, silently struck the back of the warrior's knee!
Pfft!
The warrior's bones shattered. Its movements abruptly froze, and then it crashed to the ground!
Lu Changfeng repeated the maneuver, darting through the crowd as one warrior after another fell.
Shock and fury surged through Zhang Lingjun!
This was indeed a puppet's greatest weakness. It was also why, despite having many opportunities to refine Fifth Realm practitioners into puppets-such as Yuchenzi of Lu Prefecture-he had allowed her to act independently.
Dead things were dead things in the end. Though they would never betray him, they lacked intelligence and could hardly serve any great