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At this moment, Shen Zheng's gaze was sharp as he spoke solemnly to the crowd, "You all wait outside and search the perimeter. Brother Ye and I will head into the center to take a look." The disciples of the Shen Family responded in unison, their voices revealing respect and trust for Shen Zheng.
Shen Zheng turned to Ye Xingchen beside him, his tone serious. "Brother Ye, I appreciate your help this time." Ye Xingchen, with a stern expression, smiled faintly and replied, "We both have our needs; there's no need for such formalities." Though his words were simple, they conveyed the mutual understanding and determination between the two.
Hearing this, Shen Zheng nodded and said gravely, "Just remember that after this, my Shen Family has the right to choose a treasure first." Ye Xingchen laughed heartily in response, his voice bright. "Rest assured, I am not someone who breaks promises. Besides, with the Heart Demon oath in place, you can trust me completely."
The two exchanged a smile before making their way deeper into the ancient tomb. Their steps were firm and powerful, as if no matter what difficulties lay ahead, nothing could halt their progress.
Suddenly, two piercing sounds cut through the air, followed by the appearance of two mechanism Puppets before them. These Puppets were tall and exuded a chilling aura, clearly indicating their formidable strength.
Yet, in the face of this unexpected attack, Ye Xingchen showed no signs of panic. With a swift motion of his sword, he unleashed a blade of light that cleaved the two Puppets in half in an instant.
Ye Xingchen's expression grew serious as he said, "I didn't expect to encounter Feng Hou Realm Puppets so soon. If there are stronger ones inside, I can't guarantee I can protect you, Brother Shen."
Shen Zheng's expression shifted slightly at this but quickly returned to calm. He replied earnestly, "I won't put you in a difficult position either. If we encounter Feng Wang Jing's Puppets, I will stop and wait for your return."
Ye Xingchen nodded slightly as they continued forward side by side. Along the way, Puppets frequently appeared; some formed formations while others displayed deep cultivation skills, showcasing various levels of combat prowess.
However, under Ye Xingchen's fierce offensive, these Puppets fell like wilted flowers in spring. Watching Ye Xingchen dispatch their foes effortlessly stirred ripples of admiration within Shen Zheng; he secretly speculated that Ye Xingchen's cultivation might surpass that of Wang Jing.
As time passed, they delved deeper into their exploration. Ye Xingchen's expression remained grave as if he could perceive the secrets hidden behind this mysterious journey. He slowly spoke up: "With so many Puppets guarding this place, it seems more than just a Sacred Tomb."
Shen Zheng furrowed his brow in agreement. "Indeed. Although I haven't stepped inside yet, my intuition tells me that there are more complex truths hidden here."
Ye Xingchen ceased further discussion and resolutely pressed on. Eventually, they encountered a King Level Three Puppet.
Unlike the previous Puppets, this one had hollow eyes devoid of life but radiated a chilling aura. A cold and mechanical voice emerged from its mouth: "To pass through here, you must defeat me first."
Ye Xingchen's expression remained calm as if he had anticipated this moment. He asked solemnly, "Who is buried inside?" The Puppet's response was brief and icy: "You will know after you pass."
Before its words had fully faded away, Ye Xingchen moved like a startled rabbit. With a swift strike of Xuanbing Palm infused with endless coldness and power, he unleashed an Emperor-level peak attack that shattered the King Level Three Puppet into dust.
As the Puppet vanished, the very earth seemed to tremble in response. After a violent quake, an ancient stone door slowly rose before them, emanating an aura that felt timeless and profound—as if it had witnessed countless years of change and decay.
Ye Xingchen gazed up at the sky beneath him; the ancient stone door stood tall and imposing. It was engraved with four powerful characters: Puppet Holy Sect—each stroke vigorous and forceful as if containing endless stories from ages past.
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