"Brother-in-law, why do you look so pleasantly surprised?" Liu Ruolei said with a giggle at the side. "Now you can rest easy, right? My sister will definitely beat that monster."
Uh, hehe... Rest easy, my ass.
This rotten girl truly believed in sacrificing fellow Daoists to save herself.
Wang Shouzhe gave a cold laugh inwardly. It had already been eight years—did she really think her brother-in-law had made no preparations at all?
Hehe, little brat, just you wait.
Since things had come to this, no amount of complaining would help. He might as well handle the matter properly.
The situation was dangerous, but at least after his wife Liu Ruolan flew into a rage, that Demon Ghost Spirit probably truly was no match for her.
Though the Demon Puppet roared again and again and resisted with all its might, it still could not withstand Liu Ruolan's ceaseless sword radiance, each streak brimming with killing intent.
Its scales, which glimmered with pitch-black light, were sliced apart sword stroke after sword stroke. Demon blood sprayed everywhere. Before long, its body was covered in sword wounds, its black flesh mangled beyond recognition.
Liu Ruolan was going to carve that Demon Puppet alive.
The ancestors and younger generation alike watched this scene in silence, too terrified to speak. When the Wang Clan's chief wife flew into a rage, she seemed like a completely different person. No, more precisely, she had become a completely different person.
Unfortunately, challengers could surrender, but the Demon Puppet had no such rights. Even if it wanted to surrender, it could not. It could only watch as it was dismembered alive!
After the time it took an incense stick to burn, when the Demon Puppet crashed to the ground, not a single piece of it remained intact. Its entire body