If Yang Yan’s power within wasn’t unstable at this moment, detonating several Evil Qi Pearls simultaneously, wiping out these thirty or forty people would have been no problem at all.

However, now that this method has been exposed, the opponent must be more alert.

Even if Yang Yan still holds more than ten pearls, it’s ultimately impossible to launch a successful ambush again.

"Kid, I’m going to grind your bones to dust!"

Seeing his subordinates either dead or injured, with none managing to escape, the thin man was filled with hatred toward Yang Yan, his face twisting with rage.

Then, he even released a mid-foundation establishment level puppet to join forces with him against Yang Yan.

"Monk, calm down!"

At this moment, the burly man, who appeared reckless, displayed a rationality that was completely inconsistent with his appearance, shouting at the thin man.

No wonder.

He hadn’t even seen when Yang Yan made a move, yet over ten peak foundation establishment experts were wiped out.

Anyone with some brains would realize that this disciple from the Ancient Abyss Sect does not merely have the initial foundation establishment strength as he appears.

Even if one was at the peak foundation establishment level, it would be impossible to defeat over ten peers in a single move!

Therefore, regardless of whether Yang Yan relied on his strength or some technique, it was something they couldn’t provoke.

However, the burly man still leaned towards Yang Yan using some means.

Otherwise, merely with initial foundation establishment cultivation, defeating peak foundation establishment... is just too hard to accept.

Therefore, the burly man decisively chose not to intervene but instead focused on the dense Evil Qi in the air, pondering what this strange method was and how to respond to it.

Really unable to understand... that kid is clearly just at the initial foundation establishment stage, how on earth did he accomplish this...

Watching the thin man consumed by rage and his summoned puppet, the burly man couldn’t help but contemplate.

Monk can’t be pulled back once he’s lost it; hope he won’t fall into another ambush...

But does this kid have other methods?!

What the burly man couldn’t fathom was that with the thin man and the puppet’s fists already at Yang Yan’s forehead, he still didn’t evade, seemingly petrified.

Yet the calmer he appeared, the tighter the burly man’s brows furrowed.

Just what is going on?

If he doesn’t dodge, he truly won’t escape...

While the burly man was puzzled, Yang Yan, who had been still and lost in thought, finally raised his head slowly, unhurriedly uttering, "Not bad, a mid-foundation stage puppet... I want it."

The voice wasn’t loud, yet it clearly resounded in the thin man’s ear.

This puppet is good; I want it!

Hearing Yang Yan voice this, the thin man revealed a mocking expression.

Do you think this is a marketplace, where you can take what you want just by saying so?

Know this, once a puppet has recognized an owner, it will only obey them unless the owner abandons it or their soul is destroyed, rendering the puppet ownerless and up for grabs.

And Yang Yan saying he wants to take possession of the puppet right in front of him, isn’t that like saying he’ll defeat them amidst their combined attack?

He truly didn’t know whether to ridicule Yang Yan as a young boaster or a naive fool.

"Ha! If you’re relying on that exploding hidden weapon, let me tell you right now, you’ve got nothing!" retorted the thin man, still traumatized by the Evil Qi Pearls’ explosion.

"Who said I would repeat the same trick?" Yang Yan smiled demonically, leveraging the thin man’s punch to flash behind the puppet.

"Finally coming across a usable puppet, no way would Yang take delight in breaking it!"

As his words fell, Yang Yan swiftly placed a hand atop the puppet’s head under the intense gaze of the thin man, channeling spiritual power into the puppet.

"Ha, ridiculous..."

Seeing this foolish act, the thin man’s mocking grin intensified.

But in the next moment, his smile froze on his face, inundated with shock.

"You... how is this possible!"

Just as he was about to speak further, he unmistakably sensed the bond with his puppet severed by a formless power.

Glancing again, the puppet standing quietly before Yang Yan was beyond belief!

He recalled what Yang Yan had said earlier.

He said he wanted the puppet, he actually took it!

How was this possible?!

How was this possible?!

How on earth did he do it?

Though proficient in puppetry, the thin man had never considered a scenario where a puppet would change ownership with the master still intact.

What transpired here today had thoroughly overturned his understanding.

"Kid, don’t think of trickery! You just temporarily severed the bond between me and the puppet using a Secret Technique; it won’t be that easy to take away!" roared the thin man angrily, refusing to believe this outrageous turn of events.

He couldn’t believe Yang Yan was this enigmatic?!

Just a sect disciple, was he about to defy the heavens?

Seeing the thin man still resisting, Yang Yan coldly chuckled, "Then why don’t you test the truth of Yang’s words."

With that said, Yang Yan conjured a thought, sending the puppet shooting toward the thin man, attacking him.

At this sight, the thin man was struck as if by lightning; having lost his support, he now had to defend against the very puppet he once owned.

The key was, he hadn’t seen any tricks Yang Yan used.

The only contact was placing his palm atop that puppet for a few seconds.

In those few seconds, he felt the bond between him and the puppet vanish.

Just a few seconds to cause a puppet to change hands?!

At this moment, fear engulfed the thin man’s heart.

He couldn’t see that during those seconds, Yang Yan simultaneously activated the Devouring Power and Soul Power, injecting them into the puppet.

Devouring Power erased the soul imprint the thin man left while swiftly implanting Yang Yan’s soul imprint, completing the transfer in an instant.

"Biao, what are you looking at? Hurry and help!" Losing his backing, the thin man dropped his arrogance and anger, seeking the burly man’s group for help.

Despite his peak foundation establishment cultivation, a mid-foundation puppet couldn’t harm him.

But this puppet, devoid of pain and ceaseless with spiritual power input, was truly troublesome.

Not to mention, the thin man still harbored a glimmer of hope, reluctant to destroy what once was his puppet, hence the stalemate.

The burly man glanced at the thin man struggling with the puppet, then at Yang Yan, doubt shadowing his face, ultimately choosing not to act.

At this point, Yang Yan no longer cared about these two’s shifting dynamics.

He was going through those vanquished by the Evil Qi Pearls, looting in essence.

Yang Yan was now in dire need of pills to restore his strength.

And as of now, Yang Yan had no idea where he found himself.

Seemed he wouldn’t locate the Ancient Abyss Sect or the Pill Sect soon, so he might as well profit from these people.