Accompanied by the sound of applause, a pale-faced young man walked out from behind them, accompanied by a tall corpse puppet, which astonishingly had a seventy percent resemblance to him.

"Ten Thousand Puppet Sect, Yang Qiu!"

Zhiwei’s eyes narrowed, and her delicate hand rested on the gourd at her waist.

"Smart."

Yang Qiu’s lips curved into a smile,

"Hand over the supreme treasure you obtained from the depths of Yunduan Mountain, and in my great mercy, I will turn you into my most cherished puppets, which would not be a waste of your good looks."

"Pah! You’re ugly but you sure think beautifully!"

Qing Jun glared, not only unafraid but rather excitedly clenched her small fists, making a cracking sound.

"Ha, since that’s the case... Hongluan, tear them apart!"

Yang Qiu sneered, wasting no more words.

Hongluan was the corpse puppet beside him.

"Roar——!"

The corpse puppet let out a roar unlike any human sound, with a terrifying force, it smashed directly towards the seemingly most fragile Jin’er!

"Ugly freak, your opponent is Qing Jun!"

Qing Jun shouted sweetly, blocking in front of her junior sister, her small figure soaring into the sky like a wild dragon!

"Great Vajra Seal!"

Boom!

A large and a small, two disproportionately sized fists clashed fiercely in mid-air!

The terrifying shock waves exploded, breaking all the surrounding dead trees!

"Ugh!"

Qing Jun grunted, her whole body being pushed back a dozen steps by the counterforce, the rocks under her feet cracking every inch, a blood gash appearing on her white tender small hand.

This corpse puppet, its strength is terrifying!

It’s the first time she’s been at a disadvantage in terms of strength!

Her master once said, her physical strength is comparable to a Body Cultivator at the Foundation Establishment Middle Period, but this corpse puppet actually surpasses her!

"Such a hard turtle shell!"

Qing Jun shook her bleeding small hand, igniting her fierce battle spirit.

The stronger the pressure, the more it inspires the ferocity in her bloodline.

"Again!"

She stuck to the corpse puppet like an unshakeable sticky candy.

Though she was at a disadvantage, acquiring wounds continuously, she forcibly dragged this killing machine in place!

"Just a Foundation Establishment Early Period, yet can withstand Hongluan’s attacks?!"

Yang Qiu was even more shocked.

He had anticipated Hongluan would easily tear that little girl apart, but didn’t expect her to hold it up.

Moreover,

In the Ten Thousand Puppet Sect, the puppets and cultivators are nearly as one.

The strength of a cultivator lies in the puppet, and the puppet’s strength lies in its master.

Just as Yang Qiu was about to cast spells to aid the corpse puppet, a cold and piercing killing intent suddenly targeted his forehead!

"Zheng——!"

A crisp sword cry resounded through the clouds.

The gourd at Zhiwei’s waist shone brightly, and a flying sword as thin as autumn water burst into the sky!

Swish swish swish!

The sword light wove a seamless net.

Her spiritual power was long-lasting, and the sword’s edge was incredibly sharp, forcing Yang Qiu to quickly summon his protective magical treasure to defend.

"Tsk..."

Yang Qiu cursed under his breath, this was within his expectations, facing three enemies alone, he was bound to be disturbed.

But...

He didn’t expect to actually be restrained.

Behind the two senior sisters.

Jin’er quietly sat cross-legged, closing her eyes.

Between her eyebrows, that enchanting red lotus mark glistened with spiritual light, as layers of heat waves seemed to roll from her side.

"I can’t let that girl gather power!"

Although Yang Qiu was confident, the increasingly blazing fire element fluctuations unnerved him slightly.

That girl must have the supreme treasure that just triggered the eruption of the earth fire!

"Since you seek death, I’ll oblige you!"

Ruthlessness flickered in Yang Qiu’s eyes.

He bit through his tongue tip, spraying a mouthful of essence blood infused with pure corpse qi onto his fingertip.

"Myriad Ghost Record——Blood Soul Backlash!"

The corpse puppet, tightly entangled by Qing Jun, flickered its demonic flames within its eye sockets, and its robes suddenly burst apart!

Under the robes was not ordinary flesh but a twisted monstrosity with eight bloody arms crossing its chest.

"Hua!"

In an instant, all eight bloody arms attacked simultaneously!

These bloody arms were composed of writhing flesh and vengeful blood, with their palms splitting open into gory mouths filled with fangs!

"What a disgusting thing!"

Qing Jun’s scalp tingled, wielding the Xiaohan, she executed to the extreme, slicing off the front-most bloody hand with a single slash.

Yet, at the same time,

The other seven bloody hands suddenly reached out, directly grabbing onto the Xiaohan!

"Creak..."

The Xiaohan Sword, a Second Tier Lower Grade sword that accompanied Qing Jun for years, was being ripped apart and twisted to a breaking point by these seven hands!

"Little girl, slowly play with my Eight-Armed Resentment Corpse!"

Yang Qiu casually intercepted Zhiwei’s flying sword with a cold smile.

Beside him, six protective magical treasures floated, including a cauldron, an order, and a shield.

Though Zhiwei’s sword shadows were relentless, combined with the Top Grade Second Tier Gourd Sword, forcing Yang Qiu’s many protective magical treasures to suffer repeated defeats, she still found it hard to break through his defenses quickly, and even allowed him to free his hands to cast spells and enhance the puppet.

After all, Yang Qiu was at the Foundation Establishment Sixth Layer, with abundant spiritual power, while although Zhiwei had the Purity Glaze Body, her cultivation was only at the Foundation Establishment Second Layer, and her spiritual power was ultimately hard to match.

"Ugh..."

Zhiwei’s hair was slightly disheveled, feeling anxious.

This person is indeed tricky!

Damn, she had been a bit careless...

He was clearly in the same Foundation Establishment Middle Period as those four Ten Thousand Puppet Sect Cultivators, but their strengths were worlds apart!

If Qing Jun falls, let that corpse puppet return to Yang Qiu’s side.

At this moment, Yang Qiu would be at his peak, and their combined strength would rise another level!

"Don’t you dare harm my senior sister!"

The cross-legged Jin’er suddenly opened her eyes, the red lotus mark between her brows turned blood red.

In this short time, she desperately comprehended the Celestial Burning Treasure Scroll.

Simultaneously, she was doing her utmost to let the Divine Fire draw spiritual power from the Celestial Burning Treasure Scroll to replenish herself, barely able to perform fire magic.