Someone said, "That's a Snake Immortal from the Survival Convoy. I think his name is Mang Dabiao?"
Everyone understood.
One of the Northeast Immortals. That explained it.
Everyone waited for that forty-meter blade to begin its slaughter.
Yet after a long wait, Mang Dabiao still held the blade aloft without moving.
Was he intimidating them or striking a pose?
At first, the puppets really were cowed, hesitating nearby and not daring to approach.
Whenever Mang Dabiao saw them take a step forward, he made as if to slash, and the puppets immediately retreated.
Then he taunted them again...
His snake head tilted, his expression plainly said: Come on, then!
Although the puppets' minds had dissipated through refinement, they could still understand such blatant mockery.
The Transcendents fighting nearby were baffled: Has that snake gone mad?
Is he provoking the root puppets?
Mang Dabiao bluffed three or four times in a row. Each time, the forty-meter blade seemed about to slash, only to pull back at the last moment.
The root puppets finally realized something was wrong and began charging faster.
Mang Dabiao retreated in a "panic," pulling Yang Yong in front of himself as a shield.
That move left everyone outside the Survival Convoy dumbfounded.
Only those in the convoy could tell...
The fellow was reluctant to spend his lifespan and wanted to gather the enemies to wipe them out in one go.
But some still failed to see it.
Zheng Xiaofeng, the big oaf, thought Mang Dabiao really was in danger. He immediately transformed into a giant steel man and raced over with the Tortoiseshell Shield raised.
Seeing someone deliver himself to their doorstep, the puppets that were still probing became even more convinced that Mang Dabiao was an easy target, and swarmed toward him.
More and more came.