It gave him a splitting headache.
"Shut up!"
"You shut up!"
"Don't take another step!"
"I told you not to take another step!"
Yang Mo's voice was shrill, but Huangfu Song showed no signs of stopping.
He suddenly staggered, as if he had tripped over a corpse.
And because of that stumble…
His cheek was now inches away from the expressionless puppet head.
"Gan Linniang!"
Yang Mo's composure shattered. He raised his Long Sword and slashed.
"CLANG!"
The puppet had no combat ability and was immediately cleaved in two by his diagonal strike.
The head had been cradled in the puppet's wooden arms, and now that its grip had failed, it fell to the ground, rolling to a stop by Yang Mo's feet.
But it was still chattering incessantly.
"This life of yours has been a total failure."
"Give it up!"
"Become the Saint Monarch again!"
"Only then can you experience the taste of being a true powerhouse—"
"CRUNCH…"
