Seeing Old Lady Liu fall into a difficult plight and become stretched to her limit, Wu Daozi caught a fleeting glint of sharp insight in his eyes and felt the time had come. Clasping the Puppet Ink Divine Brush tightly in his hand, the brush once again radiated a mysterious ink-colored glow.
With a casual point of his finger, his movement seemed effortless yet carried a mysterious power. In an instant, ink-colored ghost puppets materialized out of thin air. These puppets took on various bizarre forms, baring their fangs and brandishing their claws, while the sounds of wailing ghosts instantly echoed through the surroundings, making one's hair stand on end. They swarmed toward Old Lady Liu with the momentum to devour her whole.
Meanwhile, Murong Xiande moved through the crowd as if no one were there. Wherever he passed, Zhou family experts fell one after another like autumn leaves swept by the wind. His eyes betrayed a sense of absolute resolve and fury—a burning rage to avenge his family's dignity and his fallen kinsmen. Every strike he delivered carried the force of a collapsing mountain and a raging sea. As his palms swept through the air, even the space itself distorted, emitting a low, whistling hum.
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