Chapter 103
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**Bang, bang, bang…**
In the blink of an eye, Wen Dongfeng, Wen Xi Yuan, and Wen Xiangyue were blocked by three puppets, while the rest of the people engaged the other two puppets in combat.
At that moment, several individuals charged through the five puppets and reached the vicinity of Ye Wushuang and his companions.
A sardonic smile flickered across Chu Yunsheng’s lips.
*Just relying on a few puppets at the initial stage of the Condensation Pulse realm—do they really think they can act recklessly in front of me, Chu Yunsheng?*
*How utterly absurd!*
Yet, at that very instant, Ye Wushuang clenched his palm, and three more puppets with the strength of the Condensation Pulse realm suddenly materialized and launched into battle.
The several high-level practitioners of the Refining Body realm from the Wen family, who had rushed to confront Ye Wushuang and his companions, had no time to react. In an instant, they were slammed by the puppets, their chests torn open, and they perished on the spot.
Chu Yunsheng’s smile vanished in an instant.
*Eight puppets with the initial strength of the Condensation Pulse realm!*
*What kind of background does this young man have?*
At this moment, the eight puppets, displaying their formidable power, engaged in fierce combat. Even though Wen Dongfeng, Wen Xi Yuan, and Wen Xiangyue were at the third and fourth levels of the Condensation Pulse realm, they could only manage to hold back three of the puppets. The remaining five puppets continued their relentless slaughter.
Qing Shiyu, witnessing this scene, was overjoyed and clapped her hands in delight. “Chu Yunsheng, you were so confident just now. Who’s the one with the big mouth now?”
Turning to Ye Wushuang, she exclaimed excitedly, “Ye Wushuang, well done!”
At this moment, Chu Yunsheng’s expression darkened even further.
“Everyone, attack together! He only has eight puppets. We have over thirty high-level practitioners of the Refining Body realm, plus a few in the Condensation Pulse realm. We can definitely defeat them!”
Chu Yunsheng was utterly enraged and took the lead, brandishing a sword as he charged forward.
“Who told you that I only have eight puppets?”
As Ye Wushuang spoke, he clenched his hands, and in an instant, ten more puppets with robust bodies forged from dark iron appeared before him.
Ten more puppets.
Eighteen puppets in total.
Chu Yunsheng’s heart was filled with sheer terror at this moment, as if a thousand horses were stampeding through his mind.
*How could this be possible?*
Moreover, how could an ordinary practitioner of the Refining Body realm possibly control eighteen puppets at the Condensation Pulse level? He was unaware that typical puppet masters indeed needed to control their puppets with their minds, using spiritual stones as a power source, and controlling too many would be extremely mentally exhausting.
But these eighteen puppets were crafted by Ye Wentian, Ye Wushuang’s ninth reincarnation from his previous life. Although they were created casually, they possessed the initial strength of the Condensation Pulse realm and could autonomously absorb the natural energy of the world to fight independently. All Ye Wushuang needed to do was issue a command; he didn’t have to control them directly.
The eighteen puppets exuded a strong aura of slaughter, and the practitioners of the Wen family and disciples of the Qingyun Academy around Chu Yunsheng were torn apart one by one. The sounds of wailing and screams filled the air as they fell to the ground, lifeless. The corridor was now stained with blood.
The number of people standing beside Chu Yunsheng dwindled, but the puppets continued to advance like heartless killing machines.
Chu Yunsheng’s face turned cold, and he grabbed a Qingyun Academy disciple beside him, throwing him towards one of the charging puppets.
He knew the situation was hopeless; the eighteen puppets were just too powerful.
“Ye Wushuang, Qing Shiyu, you’ll pay for this,” Chu Yunsheng sneered. “If I ever see you again, I’ll make you beg for death.”
With that, two pitch-black beads suddenly appeared in his palm. These beads, the size of ox eyes, contained an extremely violent force.
“Trying to escape?”
Seeing Chu Yunsheng attempting to flee, Qing Shiyu immediately raised her sword and charged forward.
“No, don’t!”
Ye Wushuang, with quick reflexes, grabbed Qing Shiyu’s arm just in time.
Boom…
Boom…
At that moment, Chu Yunsheng threw the two black beads, and the corridor erupted with earth-shattering explosions. Wooden planks shattered, the ceiling collapsed, and smoke filled the air.
Qing Shiyu, witnessing this scene, felt an intense grip on her arm from Ye Wushuang, and she broke out in a cold sweat. She was relieved that Ye Wushuang had held her back in time.
