Chapter 84: Chapter 72: The Blood Immortal Sect’s Heir Re-emerges, The Rescue (Part 3)
’If one’s Divine Soul is powerful enough, they can manipulate all ten Jade Pills simultaneously and even combine them into an Array capable of rivaling a Sixth Realm expert.’
’Given Old Ghost’s mysterious abilities, manipulating these ten Jade Pills shouldn’t be difficult...’
Ye Ming’s thoughts raced, and he let out another low shout.
A hazy golden light flashed across the ten Jade Pills before him. From within, ten masked figures faintly materialized, all identical in height and build, their forms exactly like those of the Human Race.
The only difference was their hollow, spiritless eyes and the complete absence of any vital aura.
"Old Ghost, I’m counting on you."
As Ye Ming spoke, he simultaneously performed a Secret Skill to alter his appearance. A series of sharp cracks echoed from his bones, and in an instant, he had transformed into someone else entirely.
Old Ghost merely gave a casual grunt in response, and the eyes of the ten Mechanical Puppets instantly animated, becoming so spirited they seemed like living beings.
BOOM!!!
The next moment, several powerful figures burst into the private room. Outside, Array Patterns flickered as fluctuations of Magical Power began to fill the air.
Simultaneously, Ye Ming vanished. Like a streak of light, he shot directly toward the top floor of Celestial Building No. 1.
The immense commotion instantly drew the attention of the numerous guests in the Drunken Immortal Residence.
Shaken, many people rushed out at once, wondering what was happening.
In the central courtyard, they saw dozens of masked figures surging up the jade stairways, rushing toward the top floor. Magical Power billowed around them, blades flashed in a constant flurry, and a startling killing intent radiated from them, making them look like a troop of fearless Death Warriors.
"Who dares to cause trouble here?"
Suddenly, a furious shout, like a clap of thunder, rang out within the Drunken Immortal Residence.
An old man in a crimson robe rushed to the scene. He had long, crimson eyebrows, and his eyes seemed to swirl with firelight. He was a powerful expert of the Fifth Realm Soul Palace Realm.
He was the very person responsible for guarding the Drunken Immortal Residence and maintaining order.
"Jiang Lan, you vile fiend! Avenge my brothers! Today, you die!"
"I’d like to see who dares to stop us!"
A furious roar, filled with hatred and rage, erupted from among the dozens of figures as they charged directly toward the top floor—toward the private room where Jiang Lan was located.
"Assassins! Protect the Young Master!"
The guards quickly reacted, drawing their weapons and charging forward to intercept the attackers.
A chaotic battle instantly erupted within the Drunken Immortal Residence.
In an instant, the air filled with exploding Runes and roiling, colorful light. Weapons clashed, sending brilliant sparks flying.
If not for the Array Patterns carved into this place, it would have been reduced to rubble in an instant.
Even so, the sound of clashing weapons—like furious waves crashing against a shore and sending stones flying—still caused the guests’ qi and blood to roil. A metallic taste filled their throats, and their faces turned pale.
’Could these assassins have been lying in wait all this time? Were they just waiting for the Prime Minister’s Son to arrive before launching this lightning-fast strike?’
’How did they know the Prime Minister’s Son would be here? And how are there so many of them?’
The crowd was stunned and shaken as this question surfaced in everyone’s mind.
The manager of the Drunken Immortal Residence’s face was pale, but his expression quickly hardened into cold fury as he began to rally his staff.
If anything happened to Jiang Lan on the grounds of the Drunken Immortal Residence, his own life would be forfeit.
What infuriated him now was that someone dared to cause such a scene in the Drunken Immortal Residence, and his staff had been completely oblivious.
’Those figures are strange... they don’t seem like living creatures. They’re more like controlled puppets...’
However, some of the guests present had exceptionally sharp eyes.
A few members of the older generation soon noticed that the aura fluctuations of the dozens of figures embroiled in the chaotic melee were abnormal.
On the battlefield, radiant energies intertwined, golden light surged, and weapons clashed, releasing an astonishing amount of power.
Just as the onlookers were trembling in shock, the scene changed. A hazy light appeared.
The ten figures appeared in four directions, seemingly forming an Array.
An inexplicable aura began to rise, as if ancient gods were chanting an Ancient Scripture. The sound made one’s scalp tingle as a rumbling, deafening incantation spread through the air.
A terrifying mist of light instantly spread out, swallowing everyone within it.
The faces of many guests changed drastically, and they hastily retreated to the more open areas outside, terrified of being swept into the chaos.
It was the first time many of them had ever seen such an Array, one that could use ten people to channel the terrifying Power of Heaven and Earth’s Void.
PFFT...
The crimson-robed elder’s expression changed dramatically as he violently spewed a mouthful of blood.
The combined strike of the ten figures had slammed into him like a furious wave, blasting him backward. A searing pain shot through his organs as he collapsed to the ground, heavily injured.
"This Array can rival a Sixth Realm expert..." His expression was ugly.
SHIING!
Suddenly, a flash of pure white light from a blade appeared, and the mist of light began to recede and dissolve like snow under a blazing sun.
But soon, the strange chanting sound from within rose again, and the mist of light surged once more.
Ying, who was in the midst of a downward slash, faltered for a moment. With a jolt of his palm, his long saber fell again, tearing through the Void as the aura of Treasure Skills and Divine Techniques filled the air.
Faintly, the image of a terrifying long saber wreathed in black flames materialized. The souls of the dead swirled beneath its edge as an aura of death spread, threatening to cleave open the power of the Array.
KLANG!!!
The blade slashed down, striking one of the figures. However, the expected spray of blood never came. Instead, there was the sound of metal striking stone.
’Just as I thought. They aren’t real bodies, but puppets...’
Ying’s expression darkened. Realizing the situation was dire, he prepared to beat a hasty retreat.
After the incident in the mountains near Qingshui Village, he knew he couldn’t fall for the enemy’s tactic of luring the tiger from the mountain.
Although he didn’t know where these assassins had come from, it was clear their goal was to keep him tied down.
"You’ve realized it too late. Why don’t you stay a while?" a deep, ancient voice said with a faint chuckle.
Ying’s expression turned grim.
He saw the ten figures change their seated posture once again. A blazing, colorful light erupted from their bodies, moving like the constellations across the sky.
The hazy mist of light spread, its energy fluctuations astonishing, trapping everyone who had charged forward.
’The person behind the scenes controlling these puppets is even stronger than I imagined.’
’To control so many puppets and even form an Array with them... the toll on one’s Power of the Divine Soul must be enormous. The only question now is how long they can keep it up.’
