Chapter 188: Chapter 47: Revenge for You
As the first wave of puppets were defeated, Feng Zhaoting’s palm shook once again, and more than ten people charged out, again with strengths in the Jade Bone Realm and Viscera Realm, the strongest of whom had even reached the Spiritual Perception realm.
“Mo gongzi? Han Yusheng, the esteemed teacher? Elder Liuyang?”
Recognizing several among them, Fu Yingying couldn’t help exclaiming in shock.
“You know them?” Zhang Xuan asked.
Fu Yingying nodded, “That Mo gongzi is very famous in Han Yuan City, a young talent with a passionate heart and a champion of justice, having done many good deeds. Three years ago, he encountered a human trafficking gang and said he would investigate, but afterward, he went missing. I never imagined… he would be turned into a puppet!”
“Elder Han used to be a schoolteacher, dedicated his life to teaching diligently. He charged more from the wealthy and nothing from the poor, spread knowledge for thirty years, and many benefited from his generosity. Two years ago, he disappeared while investigating his students’ disappearance, and now…”
Fu Yingying’s face turned ashen.
She already knew that Feng Yizhou was no good, and Feng Zhaoting was hardly any better, but she never imagined their actions in the dark could be so despicable and loathsome.
“You had your choice of paths to heaven, but you barged into hell instead! Fu Yingying, blame only yourself…”
Seeing that she had recognized all the puppets under his control, Feng Zhaoting scoffed coldly.
Turning people into puppets and killing them – if this news were to leak, not only would he lose his position as a Vice Hall Master, but Heaven Mandate Hall could also be impacted. Initially, he had considered sparing her life, but now, she absolutely could not be left alive.
“Set up the formation!”
The numerous puppets that swarmed in, upon Feng Zhaoting’s loud command, took their positions in a special arrangement. As the strength surged out, the formation in the courtyard immediately unleashed a dense killing intent, as if countless souls brooding with malicious intent had been summoned, emitting a headache-inducing wail.
In a blink of an eye, the courtyard transformed into hell, with ghostly fires ablaze, sending a chill through the air and causing a painful sting to one’s soul, evoking a sense of utter confusion.
“This is… the Thousand Threads Soul Control Array! It attacks the soul, causing temporary loss of reason and judgment…”
Clutching her head, Fu Yingying shivered, her complexion turning pale.
The Vajra Talisman could prevent physical attacks, but it was utterly ineffective against this kind of soul attack.
Just when she felt she could barely hold on, Ling Buyang nearby ridiculed with contempt, “This is considered a formation? What a joke!”
Fu Yingying looked up, only to see in the midst of the sneering, Elder Ling step forward, apparently stepping onto something that instantaneously transformed the previously chilling formation into bright sunlight, melting away all the ghostly flames as quickly as snow meets the morning sun.
At that moment, Ling Buyang was like the bright sun in the night sky, dazzling and impossible to look at directly.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The many attacking puppets, like kites with severed strings, were thrown backwards and in the blink of an eye, lost their ability to attack.
“You, how do you know the art of breaking formations?”
Feng Zhaoting’s expression turned very ugly, and he involuntarily took a few steps back, clearly affected by the other’s formation breaking.
“Guess!”
Zhang Xuan had no desire to elaborate, and once again rushed into the midst of the many puppets. His body’s power churned like boiling water, the power of his punches howled like whips flashing back and forth, his figure swift as lightning, like a fierce tiger entering a flock of sheep. Let alone those in the Jade Bone Realm, even masters at the Spiritual Perception realm could not withstand a single strike.
“This guy’s body is strong, it seems I can only use a soul attack, Thousand Threads Soul Breaking…”
Seeing him so fierce and knowing he couldn’t resist, Feng Zhaoting understood that today’s encirclement would come to nothing. With a thunderous cry, the threads at his fingertips fluctuated.
Humming sounds rose in succession as puppets in the Spiritual Perception realm simultaneously used their soul power. Large soul shadows, akin to cicadas absorbing dew, burst forth from their bodies.
“This is… burning the soul?”
Fu Yingying’s face turned deathly pale.
Zhang Xuan puzzled, “What do you mean?”
Fu Yingying explained, “This kind of soul burning uses all the cultivated soul energy in a single battle, a tactic designed to perish along with the enemy… Once executed, no matter what happens to the enemy, all these puppets will essentially be scrapped!”
“You’re quite knowledgeable, but it’s too late to realize now… I want all of you dead!”
Feng Zhaoting’s cold shout came as the freed souls, transformed into huge demons in the blink of an eye, hovered in mid-air, howling as they swarmed towards Zhang Xuan.
“Not only can you control the corpse, but you can also burn the soul. No wonder the Thousand Threads puppets are said to be formidable… indeed, it’s so…”
Confronting the soul attack, Zhang Xuan was not in a hurry, instead feeling a touch of awe.
Powerful as the Mo Dao might be, it was still a single-target attack. But this Thousand Threads, it was all about group assault… not to mention the previous Ling Buyang, even someone twice as powerful as him would likely panic in this situation.
“To die at the hands of my puppets that I’ve controlled for twenty years, you should feel proud…”
Seeing that the other party could not dodge, Feng Zhaoting sneered confidently.
The fragments of the heavens, which controlled puppets and souls, were indeed powerful, but they were equally complex to cultivate. Not to mention the rest, refining a single puppet could take months or even years of effort.
Cultivating the threads, nurturing them until eventually they break out of the cocoon and transform into butterflies… not to mention anything else, just take the example of Ah Zhu from before: it looked like he was controlled in one move, but in reality, the groundwork was laid from the beginning of his cultivation.
You can only reap the fruit if you successfully lay out the groundwork.
“Die? You wish!”
Zhang Xuan said with a faint smile, facing the oncoming souls, his arm swept gently through the air.