"Patriarch, run!"
Many elders roared.
"Run? Will that help? We have been running, we have been fighting for what we could seize, yet the Dao Yi Alliance still wants the Zhao family dead. He wants my life, so I will stake this life against his!"
Facing Lei Ming, who was charging in to kill him, Zhao Jifeng's eyes blazed with madness. He was prepared to pay any price to fight Lei Ming.
"What can an ant's life change, no matter how desperately it struggles? Die!"
With a sweep of his hand, Lei Ming condensed an enormous palm of lightning and slammed it toward Zhao Jifeng.
Yet just as Zhao Jifeng was about to strike, a pitch-black figure eerily appeared before him. Its eyes were cold and indifferent as it threw a fierce punch, blocking the blow for Zhao Jifeng.
Boom!
Fist and palm collided violently, shaking heaven and earth. A Spatial Rift was torn directly open, and a terrifying shockwave burst from where the fist and palm met.
Immediately afterward, Lei Ming's body shuddered, and he was sent flying backward. He spat out a mouthful of blood, his face filled with disbelief.
"What?"
Lei Ming was greatly alarmed. Staring fixedly at the figure before him, he said, "A Demon Puppet? A Demon Puppet forged from Top-grade Dao Artifacts? The Zhao family has such reserves? Impossible!"
"How could there be such a powerful Demon Puppet?"
"This Demon Puppet actually blocked a Great Venerable's attack!"
The faces of the many Sword Forging Immortal Pavilion experts were likewise filled with disbelief.
Naturally, they were not the only ones. Zhao Jifeng and the others were equally stunned.
"Could this Demon Puppet be Little Sister's?"
As Zhao Jifeng spoke, he saw Zhao Xinyue standing atop a mountain peak with more than ten Artifact Refining Grandmasters