"Brother Liang Si, after so long apart, I have no fine gift to offer you. How about I give you-"
"The ruin of your family and the death of everyone in it?"
Jiang Chen spoke mildly, instantly extinguishing the hope that had flared in everyone's hearts.
The three Puppeteer Half-Kings finally abandoned all hope as well. Yet at this moment, they instead grew calm, looking at the densely packed enemies around them, all at their own level.
The old man leading them suddenly smiled.
"Controlling fifteen Half-Kings alone-you must be quite the prized treasure in the Nine Provinces, sir?"
"If a powerhouse like you died, would the Yamas of the Nine Provinces go mad?"
Jiang Chen gave him a surprised look.
"You old bastard, so you still have a trump card. Spare me the pleasantries and bring it out. I'm afraid if you wait any longer, you won't live to use it."
As he spoke, Quasi-King Mist Ghost had already stepped forward, while three other Dark Alliance Half-Kings closed in from the flanks, attacking the old man directly.
There was a reason he had not sent all the Half-Kings in.
With Jiang Chen's current strength, he could not sustain such enormous expenditure. He had only summoned so many of them for show; even without fighting, they were close to draining him dry.
The four kings attacking all wore ancient, mystical masks-their power came at no cost to him.
"Heh!"
The old man gave a sinister laugh. "How could you possibly fathom the reserves of our Puppeteer lineage?"
"Lao Liang, Lao He, what are you waiting for?"
The two middle-aged men beside him nodded as well.
The three Puppeteers' fingers twitched rapidly. Invisible threads crisscrossed the island, actually slicing a massive building apart.
A luxurious hotel split into pieces just like