Under One Person: The Puppet Immortal in the Tang Sect

The entire inn has been completely renovated and is now awaiting its owner's instructions.

With Cui Ming's snap of his fingers, the entire inn seemed to come alive.

Black spider-shaped puppets crawled out of cracks in the floor, slender metal centipedes emerged from the wall crevices, and invisible threads hung from the beams.

Caught off guard, more than ten members of the Quanxing gang fell victim to the virus in the blink of an eye.

Some people were pierced by arthropods, some had their necks wrapped by centipedes, and some were cocoons wrapped by hidden threads.

Screams, curses, and the mechanical sounds of puppets mingled together, turning the corridor into a slaughterhouse.

"Retreat! Retreat quickly! There's an ambush!"

One of the Quanxing shouted.

But it was too late.

The inn's main door suddenly closed, and the heavy latch fell automatically.

The windows were also sealed with metal bars, and under Cui Ming's control, the entire inn could be assembled at his whim.

The fire grew increasingly fierce, and thick smoke filled the corridor.

The Quanxing group was thrown into chaos as they had to deal with both the puppet attacks and the flames.

Cui Ming led Li Muxuan and Wuming through the corridor to the stairwell.

The battle was even fiercer in the lobby downstairs.

More than 20 members of the Quanxing sect were surrounded by more than 30 puppets.

The shadow spiders attacked from all directions, while soldier bees hovered in the air, swooping down to bite from time to time.

There were also several humanoid puppets—modified from the Quanxing puppets captured earlier—who were now wielding their former weapons and fighting against their former comrades.

Wuyingdu stood in the center of the hall, his face ashen.

He didn't expect Cui Ming to be prepared.

What I didn't expect was that the inn itself was a trap.

"Cui Ming!"

Wuyingdu looked up and saw Cui Ming on the stairs, and said sternly.

"You're so calculating!"

"You flatter me."

Cui Ming walked down the stairs.

"When dealing with the Quanxing, it's always better to be fully prepared. I anticipated your arrival and made some arrangements in advance."

"You think these puppets can stop us?"

Wuyingdu sneered and pulled out a purplish-colored injection from his waist.

Without even looking, he casually plunged it into his own neck.

The medicine was forcefully injected, and Wuyingdu's Qi surged, causing his face to distort and change.

Its skin turned bluish-black, its eyes were bloodshot, and sharp claws grew from its fingers.

This is Wuyingdu's trump card, which sacrifices his lifespan to gain the power and speed of a demon beast for a short period of time.

Cui Ming did not stop them, as he already knew that the Japanese had given Quanxing a kind of emergency measure.

This is the advantage of having an information lead: the enemy is in the light while we are in the dark.

Wuyingdu roared like an animal and began to move.

The figure flashed by like a ghost, tearing two Shadow Spiders to shreds in its wake with its claws.

The metal shell is as fragile as paper before the mutated claws.

Wuyingdu rushed straight towards Cui Ming.

An anonymous person approached.

All twelve flying swords were unsheathed, weaving into a sword net in the air.

Wuyingdu brandished his claws, clashing head-on with the flying sword, producing a piercing metallic clang.

He actually managed to withstand the alloy flying sword with his own flesh and blood.

But Wuming has more than just flying swords.

The moment Wuyingdu was entangled in the sword net, Wuming's true form moved.

Instead of drawing his sword, he raised his right hand with his five fingers spread.

A faint blue light flashed in the palm of his hand.

hum-

Invisible fluctuations spread.

Wuyingdu's body suddenly froze.

He felt a strange force invading his meridians, undermining the stability of his mutated state.

This is a radiation interference device that Cui Ming added to Wuming's body, specifically targeting the Qi circulation system of supernatural beings.

"Ugh!"

Wuyingdu roared, forcefully urging his Qi to break through the interference.

In that brief moment of hesitation, the three flying swords arrived.

One sword pierced the left shoulder, another the right abdomen, and the third aimed straight for the throat.

Wuyingdu used all his strength to turn to the side, avoiding the vital point of the throat, but his left shoulder and right abdomen were still pierced.

The excruciating pain destabilized his mutated state, and his body began to revert to its original state.

Wuming gave him no chance to catch his breath.

The fourth and fifth flying swords arrived in quick succession.

Wuyingdu gritted his teeth, grabbed the flying sword that was embedded in his body with both hands, and tried to pull it out.

But the flying sword suddenly deformed—barbs popped out from both sides of the blade and got firmly stuck in the flesh.

He pulled hard, but instead tore open an even bigger wound.

At this moment, Li Muxuan made a move.

This is the moment he's been waiting for.

With its metallic limbs bursting forth with astonishing speed, Li Muxuan crashed into Wuyingdu like a cannonball.

He threw out his right fist, and the energy circuit at the tip of his fist lit up.

This is a vibration device that Cui Ming created specifically for his martial arts technique, which reverses the eight directions.

It can maximize the ability to manipulate force in all directions, transforming it into high-frequency oscillation waves.

Wuyingdu tried to block, but the flying sword stuck in his body slowed his movements by half a beat.

boom!

A punch landed squarely on his chest.

"break!"

Li Muxuan roared angrily.

The shockwave penetrated the body.

Wuyingdu heard the sound of his ribs breaking, and his internal organs felt as if they had been hit by a heavy hammer.

He spat out a mouthful of blood, his body flew backward, and crashed into the counter.

Li Muxuan landed and looked at his metal right fist.

His fists were stained with blood, but at that moment, all he felt in his chest was the satisfaction of revenge.

Wuyingdu struggled to get up, but Wuming had already walked up to him.

Twelve flying swords hovered in the air, their tips all pointed at him.

"and many more!!"

Wuyingdu hissed.

"I can tell you about Wugensheng's plan..."

"unnecessary."

Cui Ming still wore that smile that seemed to be greeting an old friend, but the words he spoke were chilling to the bone.

The nameless man waved his hand.

Twelve flying swords were fired simultaneously.

Wuyingdu's pleas for mercy came to an abrupt halt.

The Quanxing members who were still alive in the hall lost all fighting spirit upon seeing their leader killed.

Some people tried to escape, but the doors and windows were all sealed shut;

Some tried to fight desperately, but it was all in vain under the puppet's siege.

The battle ended after a quarter of an hour.

Of the thirty-seven Quanxing attackers, twenty-six died and eleven were captured.

On the side of the Divine Machine Alliance, apart from the four puppets at the entrance, seven others were injured, but no one died.

The fire has been brought under control. The interior of the inn has actually been fireproofed, and the key structures are made of stone and metal, with the flammable parts being only surface decorations.

The fire set by Quanxing burned less than 20% of the building before extinguishing itself.

Cui Ming stood in the lobby, looking at the mess everywhere.

"Let's clean up the scene."

He said to the nameless one.