The Lord of Void and Real
Chapter 810

Chapter 810: Chapter 807 Puppet Chapter 810: Chapter 807 Puppet “`

“Eh, quite tough…” Shen Luo murmured in light surprise, seemingly caught off guard.

Despite the overwhelming force behind the Dragon Horn Cone's strike, it only managed to pierce half through the skull instead of penetrating the head completely.

Seeing the Giant Crocodile still had the strength to counterattack, Shen Luo, who had little mastery of the Huan Ting Jing, quickly set it in motion. He spun around in mid-air, using the momentum to dive down and punched forcefully on top of the Dragon Horn Cone.

A layer of faint golden light, almost imperceptible, suddenly flared up around him, enveloping his entire figure into an indistinct Golden Fist Shadow that hammered down heavily onto the Dragon Horn Cone.

“Boom”

A thunderous roar erupted as the Golden Fist Shadow, carrying an immensely powerful force, struck through, driving the Dragon Horn Cone deep underground and, in the process, mashing the Giant Crocodile's head into a blur of flesh and blood.

Fairy Qinglian and her two companions saw this through the Suspended Sky Mirror, a trace of surprise flickering in their eyes.

“Did you notice that the way he delivered that punch seems to bear a resemblance to the Tiangang Qi?” Huang Tong was the first to speak.

“It's not just a resemblance to the Tiangang Qi; that punch seems to be quite similar to one of the Thirty-Six Heavenly Soldiers of the Heavenly Palace, at least to the extent of forty to fifty percent. But the strangest part is that the way he circulates his Mana is also somewhat related to the Huangting Divine Power from Mount Fangcun,” commented Master Guan Yue, who was experienced and knowledgeable.

Their observations were correct; Shen Luo's punch was indeed learned from the Thirty-Six Heavenly Soldiers in his dream. Although in the dream he could replicate it to ninety percent accuracy, in the real world, he could only mimic it to about forty or fifty percent.

“Wasn't he from the Great Tang Dynasty Government? How could he know the mystic arts of the Heavenly Palace?” Huang Tong frowned and inquired.

“I've heard from a disciple who knows Shen Luo that he joined the Great Tang Government midway. Previously, it was known that he was a disciple of the Little Straw Mountain lineage, and later he stayed with the Jianye Bai Family. What experiences he had afterward are unclear; perhaps he had acquired inheritance from the Heavenly Palace and Mount Fangcun before joining the government,” Fairy Qinglian said thoughtfully.

“If that's the case, his rapid advancement becomes more comprehensible. And we can almost rule out the possibility that he's practicing the Demon Clan's secret techniques, as it would be difficult to ensure that when cultivating both the Celestial and Demons' Skills, one would not conflict with the other,” suggested Master Guan Yue, analyzing the situation.

“What the Master Uncle said makes sense,” agreed Huang Tong.

“In that case, there's no need to keep a close watch anymore. When the results of the Secret Realm trial are in, if he truly emerges victorious, I will find a way to draw him into our Mount Putuo,” Fairy Qinglian declared after a moment of silence.

Having said that, she waved her hand, and the image on the Suspended Sky Mirror first blurred as if obscured by clouds, but the haze quickly dissipated, and the figure of Nie Caizhu appeared.

“Are you still not reassured about your disciple?” Huang Tong asked.

“Cai Zhu is not weak in her realm, but over the years, in her pursuit of breaking through to the Great Mahayana Stage as quickly as possible, she has always been in seclusion, with hardly any real combat experience,” Fairy Qinglian replied.

“Even so, there's no need to worry. We've already confined all monsters above the Late Nascent Soul Stage. The ones still moving around are lower-level monsters that pose no fatal threat to them,” Huang Tong reassured.

Hearing this, Fairy Qinglian nodded silently and casually retracted the Suspended Sky Mirror.

Inside the Secret Realm, after Shen Luo killed the crocodile, he had just extracted its Demon Pellet when Zhao Feiji returned, holding the corpses of a Mad Leopard and a Cat Spirit in each hand.

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“Let's go. The ruckus we just stirred up was not little, let's not invite any more trouble and leave this place first,” Shen Luo said to Zhao Feiji after putting away the magical treasures.

The latter, having just seized the souls of two monsters, returned to the Qiankun Bag at Shen Luo's waist and began to silently cultivate.

Strangely enough, after leaving the vicinity of that swamp, Shen Luo did not encounter any more monster attacks on the way and soon arrived at a dense, primeval jungle.

Approaching the edge of the mountain forest, Shen Luo suddenly heard the sounds of a battle ahead. He carefully concealed his breath and quietly followed the noise to take a closer look, only to see a woman in the thick forest ahead engaging in combat with two dark silhouettes.

The two dark silhouettes were of the same height and build, wearing identical clothing, and even the bamboo hats on their heads were nearly the same. One was holding a black long spear, while the other wielded a curved knife.

“How could it be her…” Shen Luo recognized the woman at a glance to be the female crown from Taiying Pavilion.

She held a white duster in her hand, which, with every sweep, sent thousands of crystal filaments flying towards the two dark figures, but they were always able to either dodge it or repel it back.

The two dark figures coordinated with each other extremely smoothly and accurately, one engaging at medium distance and the other attacking up close, actually managing to force the female crown into a continuous retreat.

Watching the movements of the two, Shen Luo could feel waves of spiritual power fluctuations but could not detect any breath from them, leading to some confusion in his heart.

Just then, the female crown let out a fierce shout and, with a sweep of the white duster in her hand, forced back the figure with the long spear, while with her other hand, she suddenly slapped towards her own side and back.

The palm of her hand flashed with a crimson light, and a piece of talisman paper in her hand suddenly ignited, unleashing a “whoosh” of crimson flame that engulfed the knife-wielding figure pursuing her closely.

“Boom”

With a loud explosion, the ball of flame suddenly burst open, and the dark figure stumbled out from within, showing signs of burning all over. Especially the bamboo hat on its head, which was almost completely burned through.

Through the burned bamboo hat, Shen Luo could finally see the “face” of the man.

He saw that the face was hollow, with no features, just an oval facial contour with faint wooden patterns on it, obviously carved from wood.

“No wonder I couldn't detect any breath…” Shen Luo had an epiphany; the two men in black were indeed puppets.

After watching for a moment, Shen Luo decided to bypass this place and continue on his way to the Bitter Melia Tree.

But just as he was about to leave, he suddenly heard a cry of alarm. He hastily stopped and looked back towards where the cry came from.

He only then saw that where the female crown was fighting the puppets, a cluster of dense vines had unexpectedly burst forth from underground. Several thick, arm-sized black vines had already entwined around the woman's legs.

A slight panic was evident in her eyes as she swung her duster forcefully, aiming it at the vines below her. However, before she could even make contact, even more vines shot up from the ground, rapidly entwining her arms and the duster with swift speed.

Immediately afterward, the black vines tugged in all directions, and the female crown felt a powerful tearing force, causing her to cry out in pain.

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