"Damn, what the hell is happening?"
"The Corpse Puppet King is actually extracting blood from the Blood River Ancestor?" The tens of thousands of Martial Artists watching all around were completely stunned.
Even Zhou Tai, who had been nervously rooting for Ye Wudao, and the Three Serpents sage were gaping at each other, their minds blank.
What's going on?
The Blood River Ancestor clutched his face, fuming with rage, and commanded, "Corpse Puppet King, I've worked so hard to refine you, and you dare to strike me! Attack, kill him!"
Smack!
The Corpse Puppet King slapped the Blood River Ancestor's face again, responding with action rather than words.
"Ouch, that hurts so much!" The Blood River Ancestor staggered to the ground from the slap, in a sorry state.
Laughter erupted from both sides of the Blood River.
"Haha, isn't this too funny?"
"The grand Ninth Grade War King Realm Blood River Ancestor is actually getting slapped by his own refined Corpse Puppet King!"
