"So, Mo Yunshan, it turns out to be him!"
Back in the day, this man was quite renowned among Foundation Establishment cultivators, and his sixth senior brother, Fang Lingxiao, died at the hands of this very person!
Next, he looked at the blood puppet.
Chen Sheng felt an intense familiarity, his divine sense attaching itself to the cyan flood dragon as it endlessly battled the blood puppet.
Gradually, Chen Sheng's expression grew increasingly grim as he sensed many familiar auras within the blood puppet — He Manlou, He Ping'an, and those rebellious sons of his who died miserably by the West River.
Chen Sheng's eyes turned cold, driving the grand array to its peak, continuously applying pressure on Mo Yunshan.
The water droplets splashed up by the bone blade in the blood puppet's hand carried a corrosive aura, and the moment the soul manipulation chain locked onto the wolf paw, the ghost flame began to spread along the fur.
