Asura Emperor Venerable
Chapter 270 Puppet Family

Chapter 270: Chapter 270 Puppet Family

Baili Heng naturally knew how powerful the weapon in his hand was, yet it had been easily severed by Shi Hao’s treasured sword, stirring in him a strong greed.

"Give me the sword!" he demanded again.

Shi Hao couldn’t help but laugh, "Are you out of your mind?"

How could someone say something so foolish?

Baili Heng snorted, "If you obey, you might be spared your life."

He was incredibly arrogant, even though he had clearly been at a disadvantage in the exchange of blows just moments before.

Shi Hao shook his head, having never encountered someone like this.

Raising his sword, boom, the Bipolar Sword immediately ignited into fierce flames, unleashing rolling heat waves.

"Since you’re hellbent on seeking death, I’ll oblige!" Baili Heng charged forward.

As Shi Hao’s sword came down, Baili Heng did not dodge or evade, instead maintaining his palm strike stance, attacking Shi Hao.

Thump!

Just as the wave of fire from the Bipolar Sword was about to engulf Baili Heng, a hand emerged from his chest, holding a short sword, slashing through the fire wave.

Whoosh, as one sword passed, the fire wave was extinguished, and the dark force from Baili Heng was mightily directed towards Shi Hao.

Huh?

Shi Hao casually lifted his hand to diffuse the two streams of dark force.

—The opponent was from Triple Island, but lacked the ability to fight above his level, so he was far inferior compared to Lu Yun.

He looked at Baili Heng’s chest, that hand... it wasn’t real.

It was clearly visible that the hand was pitch-black as if ink-stained, emitting a cold metallic sheen, and moreover, the contours of the fingers seemed too stiff, not at all like a real hand.

"Haha!" Baili Heng laughed, whoosh, the Iron Hand actually leaped out of his chest.

Armless, with only a hand that was severed at the wrist, it held a short sword, as if infused with life.

Truly bizarre.

Shi Hao’s eyes lit up: "A puppet!"

A branch of Artifact Forging, capable of refining puppets, which, once imbued with a hint of soul, could be manipulated as easily as one’s own limbs, extremely agile.

Puppets were also categorized by levels; the higher the level, the stronger the combat power. It was said that there even existed puppets of the Ascending to Saint Position tier, which, if they came to the Eastern Fire Continent, would be absolutely dominant.

Yuan Chengmie, being too powerful himself, had no interest in the art of puppetry, nor did he refine them. However, it opened Shi Hao’s eyes and he found it fresh and interesting.

"I am the heir to the artifact forging family—the Baili Family!" Baili Heng declared proudly, and the Iron Hand brandished its sword as if to emphasize, "Now do you know who I am?"

Shi Hao shook his head, "No matter who you are, just because you tried to sneak attack and kill me, I must take your life!"

"Haha, where does this confidence come from?" Baili Heng laughed disdainfully, his face full of mockery, as if looking at an idiot, "I am from the Baili Family, don’t you understand?"

Shi Hao couldn’t be bothered with idle chatter and swung his sword again, boom, this time, he infused it with his own power, instantly augmenting the might of the fire wave.

The Iron Hand leaped up to meet the strike with its sword.

Boom, it was instantly engulfed by the fire wave, but soon after, as the fire wave receded, it was revealed to be completely undamaged, not even heated red.

Baili Heng became even more arrogant; their Baili Family had been making puppets for generations, and each family member possessed a similar Protective Puppet, with infinite power.

Therefore, he didn’t need to be very powerful himself, as long as his puppet was formidable.

Interesting.

Shi Hao nodded but didn’t take it to heart; he had far too many attacking techniques at his disposal.

With a snap of his fingers, a large mass of lightning appeared and struck towards Baili Heng.

It enveloped everything in all directions!

Iron Hand managed to slash through several bolts of lightning coming straight at him, but there were simply too many, and they were coming from every angle, how could he possibly fend them all off?

In an instant, at least a dozen lightning bolts bombarded Baili Heng’s body.

Sizzling with the light of thunder surged.

However, when the lightning had dissipated, Baili Heng appeared to be completely unharmed.

——He was wrapped in a layer of thin armor that even covered his face.

"Hahaha!" Baili Heng’s voice came from within the armor, sounding a bit jarred, "You think you can kill me? You’re far from good enough!"

The Baili Family had been forging artifacts for generations, proficient not only in puppets but also deeply studied in protective armor.

"Is that so?" Shi Hao smiled, sheathed the Bipolar Sword, and instead took out the Ninefold Mountain.

The sword was nimble and ill-suited for chopping, so to break through armor, the Ninefold Mountain was a bit more appropriate.

"Hmm?" Baili Heng saw Shi Hao pull out another Spiritual Artifact and couldn’t help but feel a burning envy that turned his eyes blood red.

Even for their Baili Family, Spiritual Artifacts were not something one could simply have on a whim; one was restricted by materials, and the other by the Weapon Forging Master.

——Currently, the Baili Family only had a single four-star Weapon Forging Master left, who was incapable of creating high-end Spiritual Artifacts.

Shi Hao could casually produce two Spiritual Artifacts, and with his eyesight, he could affirm that both the sword and the blade were of high caliber, at least four-star quality.

All in the hands of one person?

Such greed, already owning one and still fighting him for another.

"Die!" Baili Heng charged forward; with armor on his body, all he needed was to attack and not defend, and together with Iron Hand’s help, what did it matter if Shi Hao’s combat power was stronger?

He would only suffer defeat!

This was the power of a Spiritual Artifact, and why all Martial Artists desired a satisfactory one. The boost it gave to one’s combat power was immensely helpful.

Shi Hao smiled as both the Weight Reducing Rune and the Magnetic Rune lit up; with a snap, just as Iron Hand was about to thrust his sword, it was pulled by an irresistible force and hurled towards the Ninefold Mountain at lightning speed, sticking to it.

The featherlight Ninefold Mountain slashed through the air, and with Shi Hao’s spirit infusion, its speed was indescribable.

Having accelerated to the extreme, and as the Ninefold Mountain was about to hit Baili Heng, the Weight Reducing Rune dimmed suddenly, and the blade instantly returned to its weight of two hundred thousand catties. The air itself warped strangely with the terrifying force.

Plush!

With one strike, without any suspense, Baili Heng, along with his armor, was cleaved into two.

Blood sprayed upwards, reaching the ceiling.

Thud, both halves of Baili Heng’s body fell to the ground, his mouth spurting blood profusely, eyes staring at Shi Hao, face filled with astonishment, as if he could not accept the fact that he was dying.

He tried to speak, but only coughed up more blood, and then with a tilt of his head, he breathed his last.

With his death, Iron Hand immediately came to a halt, as if it had turned into an inanimate object.

This was to be expected; Iron Hand, appearing lifelike as if it had a spirit, was infused with a sliver of Baili Heng’s soul. Now that Baili Heng himself was dead, his soul naturally extinguished, becoming lifeless.

Shi Hao picked up Iron Hand; although he didn’t need such support, he was quite interested in it.

Furthermore, an idea had sprung to his mind.