"What are you laughing at?"
Lu Changsheng's voice arose, causing Dantai Meng's smile to suddenly freeze.
Unbeknownst to her, Lu Changsheng had appeared behind her.
By Lu Changsheng's side stood a puppet of a bald old man whose body radiated flickers of fire. Its eyes were empty and lifeless, yet it possessed the cultivation of the fourth level of the Immortal Emperor Realm.
Besides this puppet, there were also two assassin-like figures with nearly identical appearances, both at the level of the Immortal Emperor Realm.
"Is this your trap?!"
Dantai Meng's face turned ugly.
She realized she had been outwitted.
"Did you think I was unaware you were secretly siphoning the spiritual energy of the Fengling Net?"
"Damn you, how dare you plot against me!"
Dantai Meng was once again utterly defeated by Lu Changsheng.
Although her realm was higher than Lu Changsheng's, she ended up being toyed within the palm of his hands.
