He’s going back on his word! Yang Ye seemed to have expected it, and he spoke without the slightest shred of surprise, “Senior, are you sure?”

The middle aged man glanced at the mid-grade Half-Saint Sword Servant by Yang Ye’s side and laughed with ridicule, “Puppets are puppets in the end. How can they compare to humans? I’ll give you a chance. Hand over those puppets you took and that mid-grade Half-Saint puppet of yours, and I’ll spare your life. Otherwise, even death would be a dream for you!”

“Alright. Actually, I intended to kill you, but I didn’t have an excuse to do so. Fortunately, I do now!” Yang Ye waved his right hand, and 6 Half-Saints appeared around him.

A wisp or ridicule appeared on the corners of the middle aged man’s mouth when he saw them, and he said, “You intend to kill me with just these puppets? How laughable! You’re only at the Monarch….”

The middle aged man’s voice stopped abruptly, and he revealed shock in his eyes. Because his cultivation had instantly fallen to the ninth rank of the Monarch Realm!

“The Stone of Suppression! You actually have the Stone of Suppression!”...