The sea of lightning churned, and the puppet slowly revealed his form.
The Purple-Robed One wore ancient, sumptuous robes, with clouds of Thunder Spirit mist swirling around him. Every movement could summon the power of thunder.
A strange short flute, seemingly made of jade or bone, hung at his waist, wreathed in lightning.
"You truly don't know what's good for you. Had you not set foot on the mountainside, I might have shown great mercy and spared you."
"Since you insist on taking a mile when given an inch, stay here!"
The purple-robed puppet made no attempt to conceal his killing intent, and struck without another word.
After all, he had already died once. If he died again, his soul would scatter into nothingness, so the Purple-Robed One was exceedingly cautious.
Even when he believed victory was firmly in his grasp, he had not acted rashly, waiting instead for the intruders to leave on their own.
Only when he saw that man "taking a mile when given an inch" and stepping onto the mountainside did the Purple-Robed One conclude that the intruder intended to ascend the mountain. Then he struck ruthlessly, determined to kill him here.
A plain short flute spun gently before him, drawing upon the Thunder Spirit.
Several spears of purple lightning instantly took shape and shot toward the Void-Aspect Dharma Body.
The Dharma Body suddenly swelled, golden patterns lighting up across it. Spreading its great palm, it drew the Heart Demon Heavy Ruler from the demonic flame.
With a boom, it collided with the lightning spears.
Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle-!
This thunder method clearly possessed the strength of the Golden Core Realm. Combined with lightning's suppressive effect on Yin-Sha demonic flame, it left the Dharma Body at a slight disadvantage in every clash.
Yet after several more exchanges,