A Man Like None Other

In the next moment, Typhon produced a coin and flung it into the air.

With a sharp pop, the coin transformed into a metal puppet.

Typhon proceeded to infuse a strand of his aura into the metal puppet. The puppet shot off at an astonishing speed, leaving a gilded streak across the sky. A golden figure materialized, radiating a formidable aura.

“Look! What’s that?” exclaimed the cultivator at the rear of the group.

However, as he voiced his observation, a golden ray shot out from the puppet and pierced the cultivator’s chest, leaving a bloody hole in its wake.

The cultivator promptly crumpled to the ground, and a white glow emerged from his body, rising into the air. The sudden turn of events startled the remaining group members.

“What in the world is that? Why is it so powerful?” another cultivator exclaimed, his eyes fixed on the golden figure.

a human or a machine? Why is its aura so peculiar?” Sunny

of the cultivators prompted the others

blades gleamed, and intimidating spiritual energy pervaded the atmosphere. However, the metal puppet remained unperturbed by the barrage of attacks. Being an

realization that their myriad of attacks

on the brink of physical exhaustion, which meant

“Hahaha! You’re all so fatigued that you can’t even

metal puppet remained unscathed despite their continuous attacks, Typhon concluded that

group heard Typhon’s voice, and their hearts skipped a

to catch up with them at this juncture, they would be in dire straits, as they were too exhausted to mount

from his hiding place. Simultaneously, the metal puppet slowly descended from the air until it was

you, helpless little lambs. Who should I kill first?” Typhon

forward and declared, “You all go ahead.