Chapter 70: Whoever wants me dead, I will kill.

The Puppet Warrior stood close to two meters tall, a mix of metal and medicinal tang clinging to him. His movements looked stiff, yet a crushing pressure rolled off his frame. In life, this man's cultivation level must have been high. It was hard to fathom how a granny with only Inner Strength Realm cultivation had managed to capture a fighter like this and refine him into a Zombie Puppet. "Kid, you're a strange one," the old woman said, unruffled, confidence gleaming in her eyes. "But all of you...