No sooner had the expert from the Third Peak taken Chen Shichong away than another hundred Ice Puppets materialized in the Hundred Puppet Path's tunnel, over two hundred zhang long. They held sabers, spears, swords, and halberds, but their arrangement had changed.
Mu Bai's expression grew solemn. The watching cultivators also stopped talking and turned their eyes toward this visitor from another sect.
Chen Shichong's feat of taking on the Hundred Puppet Path head-on had shaken Mu Bai deeply and stirred his soaring resolve to press boldly forward. In the blink of an eye, before the cultivators could react, Mu Bai shot into the Hundred Puppet Path like an arrow.
The first Ice Puppet confronting Mu Bai held an ice shield, its massive, thick bulk sealing the tunnel tight. Mu Bai roared and unleashed a furious right punch, smashing off one corner of the shield. Without hesitation, he clenched his left hand and punched straight through it. In less than half an incense stick's time, purple lightning coursed over the crystalline blue shield, now riddled with holes, and it shattered.
Leaping two zhang, Mu Bai continued forward. The second Ice Puppet wielded twin sabers, their light scattering against the ice walls in a riot of colors. Mu Bai had no suitable Soul Soldier at hand, and neither was it convenient to summon the Crow Cauldron. He could only fight with his fists!
Then come! Let me use these fists to shatter the obstacles ahead! Let me use these fists to shatter the shackles of the weak!
Mu Bai punched toward the Ice Puppet's dantian. Watching Chen Shichong fight, he had discovered that this was both the source of its power and its weakest point. Seeing the attack, the Ice Puppet moved to catch his fist between its sabers, only for