The Black Bear stared intently at the Golden Puppet before it, confusion and wariness flashing in its eyes. It could sense a dangerous aura emanating from the creature, yet it couldn't detect the slightest scent of a living being. This puzzled the bear, and a sense of unease grew within it.

"ROAR—"

With a bellow, it launched an attack, seeking to quell its inner turmoil with the heat of battle. It charged forward like a veritable ancient beast, causing the very heavens and earth to tremble.

The Puppet advanced to meet the charge, runes dancing across its body. Its golden light surged as if it had transformed into a beam of pure light. Leaping high into theair, it raised the Bone Rod in its hand and struck down with immense force.

BANG!

The strike descended like a bolt of lightning!

It moved so fast that it tore an afterimage through the air. The Black Bear couldn't even react before the rod slammed into its head.

An unimaginable force crashed down. The ground shook violently and split open, forming a deep pit. The bear's massive body was hammered directly into the earth, its eyes rolling back as it died instantly.

"Not bad. Its combat strength is considerable." Observing from a distance, Wang Xiu revealed a satisfied expression. He continued to control the Puppet, sending it deeper into the Ancient Forest in search of other opponents.

Due to the short time frame, he hadn't been able to add many techniques to this Puppet. He had merely inscribed some of the Primordial Bo Tian Scripture's combat techniques into its core hub in the form of runes. The Puppet's primary structural material was indestructible dragon bone, which contained tremendous power. This method allowed it to utilize its strengths to the fullest.

An ordinary Nascent Soul Stage prodigy would be helpless against this Puppet. Even after exhausting all their techniques, they would be unable to harm it in the slightest. Conversely, a single blow from the Puppet would leave them severely injured.

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This was a chaotic part of the Ancient Forest.

The corpses of several Fierce Beasts lay on the ground amid broken trees. The area was a complete mess, clearly the aftermath of an exceedingly brutal battle.

Dozens of figures had surrounded the area, sealing it off completely. Each one radiated a powerful aura; all were geniuses. They stared with ill intent at the handful of figures in the center of the crowd.

"Senior Brother Xiang, these people are up to no good!"

This group of disciples wore the robes of the Sanqing Immortal Sect. There were about a dozen of them, led by the Chief of the Blade Sect, Xiang Kunlun.

After several days of cultivation, his strength had climbed to a new level. His blade intent was piercingly cold, and he had firmly established himself in the Golden Core Ninth Heaven Realm, possessing the aura of a top-tier prodigy. However, the enemy vastly outnumbered them, which gave Xiang Kunlun a major headache.

He had only brought his junior brothers out on a hunting trip to kill some Fierce Beasts for soup, never anticipating they would be surrounded.

Xiang Kunlun's expression grew solemn as he stepped forward. "Everyone," he said, "I am not aware of how my fellow Sanqing disciples have offended you."

The leader of the opposing group, a young man in a blue robe, scoffed. "In the Ancient Forest, the strong are revered and the victors are kings. Do you think we can only attack you after you've wronged us?"

Hearing this, Xiang Kunlun's brow furrowed. After a moment's thought, he cupped his hands and said, "Your point is valid. You have the upper hand today. The spoils here are yours!"

With that, he prepared to lead his junior brothers away.

"I heard that a few days ago, over a hundred of you from the Sanqing Immortal Sect were rampaging through the forest as a group and got your hands on quite a few good things..." one of them suddenly said, their gaze filled with ill intent. They were clearly coveting the treasures the Sanqing group had acquired.

Several figures moved, blocking the Sanqing disciples' path of retreat.

The Ancient Forest was vast. Previously, Wang Xiu had only led his group through one part of it. Many disciples from other Immortal Sects were in a different area and hadn't encountered them. However, it seemed word of their gains had spread, and now these people wanted a piece of the pie.

Xiang Kunlun took a deep breath. "As you know, our group is large, so each person's share was small. We have already refined them over the past few days, so we have nothing left to give you!"

The other side was far more numerous. If a fight broke out, his group would be at a huge disadvantage, so it was best to placate them for now.

"Heh, all refined? For some reason, I don't believe you," the blue-robed youth sneered, his gaze cold and devoid of goodwill. "I advise you to stop being stubborn. Hand over your things and save yourselves from a beating!"

"Why are we even talking to them? Wouldn't it be better to just knock them all down and search their Space Rings?" another prodigy on the opposing side sneered, his eyes cold.

"How dare you?!" Xiang Kunlun and his companions' expressions changed.

Being knocked down and having their Space Rings looted was a profound insult that no prodigy could tolerate.

The blue-robed youth twisted his neck. "Guess if we dare or not. Attack!"

They acted with lightning speed, attacking the moment the command was given. Dozens of figures surged forward. The brilliance of Spells blazed as countless runes clashed, unleashing shockwaves that swept out like a hurricane, shattering ancient trees and creating a terrifying scene.

CLANG!

The light of his blade was as sharp and cold as water, revealing a peerless edge that could cut through anything. Xiang Kunlun's strength had grown immensely, enough to be featured on the Golden Core Ranking. In a one-on-one fight, none of the people before him would have been his match.

But now he was besieged by three opponents at once. Each one was a peerless genius, a pillar of their Immortal Sect's younger generation. Their combined strength was frightening, and they successfully suppressed him.

The other disciples were also surrounded, struggling to defend themselves and teetering on the verge of defeat.

Just then, a golden figure stealthily appeared behind one of the enemy prodigies, raising a massive Bone Rod.

The prodigy's heart pounded with panic as a sense of deadly danger washed over him, making his scalp tingle. He whirled around and instinctively thrust out a palm. Runes filled the air and leaves exploded around him in a display of impressive power.

However, these attacks had no effect on the golden figure, only producing the sharp clang of metal on metal.

The massive Bone Rod had already crashed down on his head.

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