Longevity Martial Arts: Grinding Experience in the Chaotic World novel Chapter 1417

Chapter 1417: Chapter 732: Wanling Palace (Part 2)

Gu Sheng focused his gaze and saw that they were three human-shaped puppets, each one radiating the aura of Peak Earth Martial Realm, and one of them had even reached half-step Heavenly Martial Realm! With such a lineup, they could sweep across any region wherever they were placed.

"To refine these three puppets, this old man spent a hundred years of time and hunted seventy-eight Earth Martial Realm Cultivators!"

The red-robed old man laughed ferociously.

"To die under their hands is your honor!"

Gu Sheng merely shook his head lightly, his eyes full of pity.

"Pitiful, pathetic."

"Seeking death!"

The red-robed old man roared angrily, and the three puppets erupted at the same time, pouncing toward Gu Sheng in a triangular formation.

Their speed was so fast it nearly tore the air apart, producing a piercing shriek.

Just as the puppets were about to touch Gu Sheng, a point of spiritual light suddenly lit up at his fingertip.

"Condense."

With this soft shout, Gu Sheng’s fingertip drew out a profound trajectory in the air, golden light gathering into a complex Array Pattern that hovered in midair.

The red-robed old man’s pupils shrank abruptly.

"Forming an Array in midair?! Impossible!"

Gu Sheng turned a deaf ear, his fingertip tapping three times in succession. Three golden Array Patterns formed in an instant, and with a flick of his finger, they shot precisely into the back of the three puppets’ heads.

"Ah!"

The red-robed old man suddenly clutched his head and cried out in agony, black blood seeping from his seven orifices.

He was horrified to discover that his spiritual connection with the puppets had been forcibly severed!

"You... what did you do to my babies?!"

The red-robed old man roared.

Gu Sheng let out a cold laugh, and three thin golden threads shot out from his fingertip, connecting into the puppets’ bodies.

"I’m merely teaching you what true Puppetry Technique is."

"Break the Array!"

With Gu Sheng’s command, the three puppets suddenly turned around and charged at the restriction barrier at a speed even faster than before.

"No!"

The red-robed old man wanted to stop them, but it was already too late.

"Boom!"

At the first collision, cobweb-like cracks appeared on the restriction.

"Rumble!"

At the second collision, the entire restriction shattered with a roar, dissolving into countless points of light.

Gu Sheng stood with his hands behind his back, the three puppets lined up behind him.

He looked playfully at the red-robed old man, whose face was ashen.

"The puppets you refined are indeed quite useful."

"Impossible... this is impossible..."

The red-robed old man staggered backward, his eyes full of disbelief.

"The ’Blood Soul Puppet Control Technique’ this old man created himself, how could you possibly..."

"Created yourself?"

Gu Sheng sneered.

"Lived for hundreds of years, and the only thing you’ve cultivated to perfection is your thick skin. You plagiarize someone else’s Array, make a few petty changes, and dare call it your own creation?"

The red-robed old man suddenly spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.

He stumbled back, his withered finger trembling as it pointed at Gu Sheng.

"You... you actually broke my Three Talents Soul Locking Array?"

Gu Sheng stood with his hands behind his back.

"A mere little Array, and you dare show it off in front of me?"

He lifted his right hand lightly, and three black Shadows instantly flashed out from behind the old man—it was precisely those three Living Puppets, now neatly standing behind Gu Sheng.

"No!"

The old man’s eyes almost split apart.

"My puppets!"

He frantically activated the Spiritual Imprint in his Sea of Consciousness, but it was like a clay ox entering the sea, without the slightest response.

"Stop wasting your effort."

Gu Sheng sneered.

"Your Spiritual Imprint has already been erased by me. From now on, they only obey my commands.

"He snapped his fingers, and the three puppets simultaneously raised their heads, eerie red light flickering in their hollow eye sockets.

The old man’s face turned deathly pale, veins bulging on his forehead.

"You little beast, do you know who this old man is? You dare seize my puppets, I’ll make you wish you were dead!"

"Oh?"

Gu Sheng raised an eyebrow.

"Aren’t you just an old piece of trash hiding behind puppets, playing at ghosts and gods? Without these puppets, you’re not even as good as a dog."

"You!"

The old man trembled all over with rage, then suddenly let out a vicious laugh.

"Good, very good! Since you’re courting death, this old man will let you taste what it feels like to have your soul shredded!"

Before his voice fell, a chilling surge of spiritual power shot out from the old man’s glabella, lunging straight at Gu Sheng’s Sea of Consciousness.

This was his trump card—Soul Strangulation. With this move he had destroyed the souls of countless Martial Artists, then refined them into Living Puppets.

Gu Sheng, however, did not move a muscle. The corner of his mouth even curled into a mocking arc.

"That’s it?"

The old man’s pupils shrank. He felt his spiritual power slam into an invisible wall; not only could it not advance an inch, it was even rebounded by a far more powerful force.

"How is this possible?!"

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