As it turned out, Qian Zhong, who seemed so honest and loyal, had secretly cultivated the Nether Death Dao Arts. He had retrieved the souls of Qianyuan Sacred Land's two Holy Sons from the edge of the Nether Death Realm and, using the Kun Earth Dao Arts that both he and the two Holy Sons cultivated, refined them into Kun Earth puppets.
His choice of the two Holy Sons was also inseparable from their cultivation of the Kun Earth Dao Arts.
As Qian Zhong formed seals with both hands and flicked them outward, the two Holy Son puppets abruptly opened their hazy, ashen eyes and lunged swiftly at Ling Jinyu together.
"Jinyu!"
At the sight, Lu Ming was shocked. No longer able to spare any attention for Qian Fengshan, he was about to throw himself forward to save Ling Jinyu. Qian Fengshan, filled with hatred and rage, also struck at Qian Zhong with a massive palm.
Qian Zhong chuckled and flew backward in a rapid retreat. In that moment of crisis, Ling Jinyu hurriedly swung her sword to meet the attack, but how powerful those two Holy Son puppets were! They let the blade slash their bodies and charged straight through, both driving their fists into Ling Jinyu's chest. Then they spread their fingers into claws and thrust them deep into her chest together, clenching viciously until the sound of rupturing organs could be heard.
In that instant, Ling Jinyu felt excruciating pain, and blood spurted from her mouth in a column. Yet she smiled. As her head tipped back and she fell, she saw a beautiful Pearl-Starred Finch spread its wings and fly away.
"Time passed so quickly, but time, you gave me nothing..."
Lu Ming came flying over, gripping his spear in both hands as he descended from