“This old one is called Xu—” Before the Avatar-stage elder could finish stating his name, he suddenly sensed danger and flashed aside in an instant. Not a moment too soon, a great saber slashed through the spot where he had been standing.

The Avatar-stage elder was both startled and furious as he turned to look at the two silent, towering Avatar-stage warriors. For some reason, even though he knew full well they were merely puppets, the mere sight of them kept sending a faint chill down his spine. He couldn’t shake the feeling that they were quietly scrutinizing him whenever he had his back to them.

It felt as though these two puppets might come to life at any moment and transform into genuine Avatar-stage cultivators.

The two Avatar-stage puppets summoned by Wei Yuan had only just entered the Avatar-stage. Their movements and reactions were rather sluggish and nowhere near the level of true Avatar-stage cultivators. If he were facing the two puppets alone, the elder was certain he could have won. Yet for some reason, he had a gut feeling that their sluggishness were merely an act.

If it weren’t for the fact that both warriors stood nearly a zhang and a half tall, the elder might even have suspected they were real people.

Because of this, the Avatar-stage elder fought with extreme caution, unleashing a barrage of defensive spells and life-saving Dao techniques first to ensure that he was invulnerable. Only then did he tentatively cast two spells at Wei Yuan, both of which were neutralized by Wei Yuan’s own spells.

He moved...