"Boom!"
As if a fragile sound from within its soul, the sword intent clashed with Chen Fei's seemingly impenetrable consciousness, shattering the sword intent in an instant. Chen Xiangyu's figure involuntarily stiffened.
The ghastly puppets didn't care much about their host's mental damage because they were the ones in control. While a host's mental injury had some impact on them, it wasn't significant.
However, the clean and swift shattering of the sword intent caused a backlash that made Chen Xiangyu's body involuntarily stiffen, affecting the ghastly puppet attached to him as well.
Chen Fei's pointed finger thrust directly into Chen Xiangyu's forehead. The Godslayer Sword moved like it was cutting through bamboo, effortlessly slicing through the location where the ghastly puppet was attached.
"Hum!"
