BOOM!
The disciple's head shook violently as his eyes rolled back and he collapsed, unconscious. When did this thing get behind us? The thought shocked him even as he fainted.
With one swing of its club, the golden figure flashed and vanished, leaving behind a trail of afterimages. In the next moment, it appeared behind another exceptional talent and, mimicking the previous move, swung down. This prodigy was engaged in combat with a disciple of the Sanqing Immortal Sect, and although he tried to turn his head, it was too late to react. He could only watch as the heavy club fell upon his head, his mouth twitching as he fainted.
THUD! THUD! THUD!
After several dull impacts, a small group of prodigies from the various Great Immortal Gates had fallen, finally provoking a reaction.
"Damn it! It's a sneak attack!"
"Who's clubbing us from behind?"
"Damn, this thing is so tough it's making my hand ache!"
"It's not human, it's a Puppet… Who's pulling the strings?"
