As soon as Jian Wushuang gave the order, the Blood Puppet immediately turned into a blood-red Flowing Light and swept out.
He first appeared in front of the Demon Soul Overlord.
"A Puppet Fighter?"
The Demon Soul Lord raised her eyebrows when she saw the Blood Puppet coming, but she did not care.
After all, she had encountered too many Puppet Fighters on this trip to the cave mansion. There were a large number of Golden-armored Puppet Fighters and the four Purple-gold Puppet Fighters in the palace. These Puppet Fighters were hardly a threat to her. Jian Wushuang was only in the Saint Realm. How strong could his Puppet Fighter be?
"Get out of my way!"
The Demon Soul Lord casually slashed out with her saber.
Even though it was just a casual slash, a blood-red moon still appeared, bringing with it great power.
The Blood Puppet, on the other hand, threw out an ordinary punch.
The two collided head-on. In an instant, the terrifying power of the Blood Puppet's fist exploded.
"What?"
The Demon Soul Lord's expression changed drastically. She felt an irresistible force explode from her opponent's fist. It immediately bent her blood-red saber, and a huge force was transmitted into her body through her arm.
"Puff!"
The Demon Soul Overlord spat out a large mouthful of blood, and her aura immediately withered. Her body sank to the ground.
The Demon Soul Lord, who was considered extremely strong among the superior lords, was seriously injured in just one collision.
"This, this is … marquis battle strength!"
After the Demon Soul Lord steadied herself, she looked up and suddenly let out a shrill howl.
This shrill howl reverberated throughout the palace, causing the lords of the two camps to widen their eyes.
Marquis battle strength?
A marquis-level Puppet Fighter?
Everyone couldn't help but look at the Blood Puppet and secretly nodded their heads.
The Puppet Fighter had seriously injured the Demon Soul Lord with one punch. Of course, it had marquis battle strength.
But the point was, how could a marquis-level Puppet Fighter appear in the hands of a Saint Realm expert?
Even in the two camps, no one had a marquis-level Puppet Fighter!
A marquis-level Puppet Fighter was equivalent to a marquis-level battle strength. In the two camps, only Marquis Fluttering Snow and Marquis Cangyue possessed such a battle strength.
They did not know that the Blood Puppet was made by the Sword Ancestor and was the strongest Puppet Fighter refined by him.
"No wonder it's a Puppet Fighter refined by the Sword Ancestor himself. It only consumed three Blood Gems, so the Blood Puppet did not exert much power, but it could still easily crush a Heaven-defying Level expert. If I'm not mistaken, the Blood Puppet's battle strength will reach the level of an ordinary lord after consuming four Blood Gems!"
"Six Blood Gems and it should be comparable to an advanced lord!"
"By consuming 10 Blood Gems at one go, the Blood Puppet's combat strength has reached its peak. It has reached the threshold of the Noble Plane!"
. "The Blood Puppet Fighter's Puppet Fighter was the strongest Puppet Fighter refined by the Sword Ancestor.
"Demon Soul Lord, you die, today, you will die....
. "Jian Wushuang's eyes flashed with killing intent. The Blood Puppet immediately turned into a Flowing Light and charged toward the Demon Soul Lord.
At the same time, the blood-red river that had been filling the entire palace swept towards the Demon Soul Lord. The powerful oppressive force exerted on the Demon Soul Lord's body, greatly restricting her movements.
"Damn it!"
The Demon Soul Lord's face was ferocious. She looked at the Blood Puppet with a trace of fear.
She knew very well that even at her peak, she could only run away if she encountered the Blood Puppet. Now that she was seriously injured and under the pressure of Jian Wushuang's Realm, there was no way she could fight back.
"Run, run!"
The Demon Soul Lord turned around and fled.
"Do you think you can escape?"
Jian Wushuang's killing intent was like a rainbow. At this moment, a vast Spiritual Power surged from his body. He stretched out his hand and made several handprints in the Void. Vast Spiritual Power also poured out.
"Asura Secret Skill, Eighteen Levels of Hell!"
A cold voice echoed in the palace.
In an instant, the world changed color. In the great blood-red river, a huge blood-red pavilion slowly descended. There were faint ghostly shadows roaring on the blood-red pavilion.
After the blood-red pavilion completely descended, an invisible force immediately spread out.
The Demon Soul Lord, who was deep in the blood-red pavilion, was immediately affected by this invisible force.
Her figure, which was originally fleeing rapidly, paused in the Void. It was a very short pause, only in the blink of an eye.
This was Jian Wushuang's limit.
After all, the Demon Soul Lord was a superior lord, and Jian Wushuang's realm was still lower. Even if he used all his strength to perform the Eighteen Levels of Hell, he could only make the Demon Soul Lord's consciousness pause for a blink of an eye.
Jian Wushuang had consumed more than 70% of his Spiritual Power.
The blink of an eye was too short. Even the lords from the two camps would find it difficult to do anything in the blink of an eye. However, the Blood Puppet was different.
It consumed ten Blood Gems to power the Blood Puppet. Its battle strength was already comparable to that of an ordinary marquis.
Once the marquis-level battle strength burst forth, its speed also burst forth. In the blink of an eye, the Blood Puppet had caught up with the Demon Soul Lord.
In the blink of an eye, the Demon Soul Lord came back to her senses. However, the Blood Puppet had already appeared and was waving its fist toward her head.
"Oh no!"
The Demon Soul Lord turned pale with fright and hurriedly brandished her blood-red Demon Saber to block the punch.
However, the Demon Soul Lord, who was already seriously injured, was unable to withstand the blow. The blood-red Demon Saber in her hand was thrown out and she spat out three mouthfuls of blood. She was also forced to retreat. However, before she could steady herself, a huge blood-red palm suddenly appeared behind her.
The blood-red palm was formed by Jian Wushuang's Road to the Underworld. It appeared behind the Demon Soul Lord and slapped her hard. Immediately, the Demon Soul Lord, who was retreating rapidly, charged toward the Blood Puppet again.
"No!"
The Demon Soul Lord let out a shrill roar. She saw the Blood Puppet waving its fist and smashing it toward her head.
But this time, she had no chance to dodge at all.
Bang!
The Demon Soul Lord's head was smashed into pieces.
Seeing this scene, the lords of both camps could not help but suck in a breath of cold air.
Even Black Yuan Lord had a look of horror on his face.
Demon Soul Lord was extremely powerful even among the superior lords in the Six-cloud Realm. Black Yuan Lord was slightly stronger than Demon Soul Lord, but he was not confident that he could kill Demon Soul Lord.
But now, the Demon Soul Lord was dead!
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