Han Yu almost laughed out loud when he saw the peddler toss two puppets over.

Playing with puppets at this age?

But then he couldn’t laugh anymore. The pair of puppets collided with the Cyan Dragon head-on, and an alarming devouring force emanated from their bodies.

The yet-to-explode energy and his seven or eight Cyan Dragons were swallowed whole by the puppets!

The peddler flicked his wrist with a faint smile, and after absorbing the energy, the puppets turned to attack Han Yu.

The familiar aura erupted from the puppets, and suddenly, a white ocean engulfed the scene, followed by an earth-shaking explosion.

As the smoke cleared, Han Yu wore a grim face, disheveled, a bit dumbfounded.

The peddler and his divided soul vanished from the scene, returning shortly after.

Their expressions were different, with the peddler faintly smiling while the divided soul looked suddenly upset.

"You blew me up too!"

Earlier, Han Yu was standing with another doppelgänger, and now there was no trace of the other "self," having been incinerated on the spot.

The divided soul was furious, gritting his teeth. It was a life, just wasted.

"That doppelgänger of yours was already so crippled, why keep it around? It’s better to die cleanly."

The peddler snorted disdainfully, not even sparing a glance, but his interest in Han Yu was increasingly piqued.

Being able to fight in the Divine Platform Realm with the flesh, and with Divine Techniques reaching the domain, it was indeed worth coming, a big surprise for himself.

"I just felt a devouring force coming from those puppets; it has some strange energy absorption ability."

The Artifact Spirit’s face was somewhat heavy, as this was another special cultivation technique, between a cultivation technique and Divine Techniques, absolutely troublesome.

Han Yu was also astonished.

How did the Corpse Refining Lineage come up with so many strange cultivation techniques, capable of dividing twelve times... no, subdividing again, the divided soul?

And now there’s this guy who can absorb energy.

Could it be that the so-called Yama Hall is full of these monsters!

"The next thirty years of Qi Fortune won’t be easy to get."

The Artifact Spirit frowned, the divided soul was manageable, but as for the peddler, just his ability was enough to suppress the manifestation of Divine Techniques.

"Your Divine Techniques may not work on him."

"I don’t believe he can absorb everything."

Han Yu, unconvinced, was preparing to cast again.

The peddler immediately pulled down a bamboo basket with a cheerful expression, almost filling it with puppets.

Han Yu’s expression collapsed, thinking, this is insane! Bringing so many toys when going out.

"Well! I really seem to have no way against him."

The peddler spoke with a playful chuckle.

"If you don’t want to come, I’ll come."

With that, he pointed at the nine puppets from a distance, as a powerful gust stirred, unexpectedly giving these mere puppets such terrifying destructive power in his hands.

"Fool, those can’t be ordinary puppets. Do you think ordinary puppets could withstand your Divine Fire?"

The Artifact Spirit hastily warned; these nine menacing puppets might be another killer move.

Summoned by the divided soul, Han Yu naturally knew their tactics were nothing short of formidable.

While he was still vigilant, the nine puppets surrounded him in an instant, murderous intent permeating, and nine cold breaths erupted simultaneously.

Han Yu was startled, feeling a chill as his limbs became somewhat sluggish. Looking down, his feet were unknowingly encased in a thick layer of solid ice.

The freezing speed was swift, from the feet upwards, even as the ice completely formed around him, Han Yu still had an incredulous look on his face.

The divided soul was equally amazed; the peddler had become stronger than ever.

The peddler’s name... was actually the peddler.

Just like he was called divided soul and had the ability to divide himself.

The peddler’s power was true to his name, and the array of items in his basket represented various strange abilities.

Even as a fellow Divine Platform Realm, he dared not face the peddler head-on.

You couldn’t guess how many killing moves were hidden in that full basket.

As thoughts ran through his mind, the peddler spoke, "Move him, come with me."

"Me move?"

The divided soul frowned, pointing to himself, quickly met with a mocking look.

There were only two people here, who else would move him?

Just as he reluctantly stepped forward, a cracking sound was heard.

The solid ice suddenly fractured like a spider’s web, spreading with remarkable speed.

"He can still move!"

The divided soul exclaimed, turning back in surprise; even the peddler couldn’t suppress this guy?

"Hmph!"

The peddler waved a hand, as the nine puppets once again created a chilling little world, with an icy aura continuously enveloping the ice.

Though the fracturing noise halted, it couldn’t stop Han Yu’s revival inside.

"What’s with this energy?"

Han Yu struggled to move his body, finding that this icy power was continually seeping into his flesh, resulting in extreme sluggishness.

"This force is quite bizarre, seemingly aimed specifically at the flesh."

The Artifact Spirit now looked rather grim; where did these newcomers get so many strange abilities?

Capable of targeting both the flesh and Divine Techniques.

Before him, Han Yu’s live advantages were completely crushed.

"I really don’t believe in this. Let’s see if his power is strong or if my body is tougher."

Ping’s hundred-year Qi Fortune was built into this body, it shouldn’t be easily subdued.

Han Yu gritted his teeth; within the ice, there was a sound like bell chimes, and he could see his bones were constantly vibrating, especially his robust heart, which was pounding furiously.

Thump! Thump!

Outside the ice, the heartbeat could be heard, astonishing the two outside, especially the peddler, encountering for the first time a body this resilient.

Such a strong heartbeat, the physical explosion would be incredible.

"Can you still suppress it?"

The divided soul asked with a peculiar expression.

The peddler furrowed his brows tightly, glancing at the eight puppets sparing no effort.

"No!"

Although he could still control it for now, such a robust physique had already surpassed his control range, and breaking free was only a matter of time.

Sure enough, as the peddler’s words fell, the ice suddenly exploded, and amid the chaos, Han Yu angrily struck, delivering a series of all-out blows to smash four of them first, grabbing and crushing the remaining ones into a clump.

A hot palm scattered ashes from the burnt puppets.

Damn, Ping’s body really is strong.

Han Yu gave a mighty shake, scattering the ice fragments from his body, murmuring to himself.

"Who said that, it’s just that he restrains your Divine Techniques; the Divine Techniques I gave you are quite good too."

The Artifact Spirit was unsatisfied, feeling the power of the Divine Techniques wasn’t weak at all.

"But all along, the Divine Techniques never blew me up!"

Han Yu’s words left it speechless, as it seemed indeed the Divine Techniques had never blown him up before.

Doesn’t this mean from the start, Ping was a cut above?

"Is it my fault that they can’t blow you up?"

The Artifact Spirit felt shame and anger, exclaiming, it was merely an Artifact Spirit, what more could he want?

Seeing the Artifact Spirit infuriated, Han Yu quickly retreated from the Sea of Consciousness, determined not to let the opponent use those strange abilities again.

Stepping forward as a rushing wind picked up, Han Yu had a clear target, heading straight for the peddler, iron fists aiming at his face.

Bam!

From both sides, two new puppets suddenly leaped out, taking the hit with their soft bodies just as Han Yu was about to strike.

As the puppets exploded, Han Yu’s momentum didn’t cease, carrying the force of ten thousand pounds, fist wind sounding like thunder, once again appearing about to strike, when another change occurred...