And this puppet was made from Miao Keran's life essence, extracted from him to create the puppet's body.
Xiao Qiang's heart surged with immense anger, the Tao Te Ching continuously operated within him, his aura swelling, as it thunderously spread in all directions.
Sharp wooden spears and a sky-full of green vines were instantly sliced by terrifying wind blades, turning into a shower of green fragments that fell down.
The entire room was as if drenched in a pitter-pattering shower of green rain.
At a distance, the staff of Miao Group clearly heard the noise; just as Xiao Qiang had returned, strange sounds began to erupt, naturally leading these people to come and see what had happened.
Xiao Qiang found it effortless to deal with this wooden trap, but an ordinary person would undoubtedly face certain death.
Hearing the footsteps growing closer, the Swimming Dragon Sword had already shot out, aiming for the puppet's body.
Bang!
