Chapter 1538: I, Ye Xuan, Swear on My Blood
A flash of sword light burst from the cave.
The Great Daoist Brush Master turned pale with fright. Without a second thought, he spun around and transformed into a wisp of ghostly light that vanished into the night.
The one who emerged was none other than Ye Guan. Strike while the iron is hot, and finish off the wounded!
Ye Guan had hoped to take advantage of the moment and eliminate the Great Daoist Brush Master in one strike. Unfortunately, the man fled too fast, and his soul vanished in an instant.
Moreover, Ye Guan couldn't recklessly extend his divine sense in this place. If it brushed against some ancient powerhouse, it would be seen as a provocation.
Realizing that the Great Daoist Brush Master had escaped, Ye Guan's expression turned grim. However, he didn't dwell on it. He turned and headed back into the cave.
The two puppets still stood by the stone gate like silent guardians.
Ye Guan's expression grew serious. He hadn't expected one of them to be real and the other fake. Whoever came up with this trap was no ordinary schemer.
He also felt a surge of relief; if that punch had landed squarely on his chest, he would have died on the spot.
He had to admit that the Great Daoist Brush Master was terrifying. He'd lost only his fleshly body, after all.
Pushing his thoughts aside, Ye Guan focused on the puppets again. The one on the left was real, and the one on the right was fake. His eyes locked onto the fake one, but he kept the real one in his peripheral vision. He had to move fast; he needed to rush into the hall before the real one could react.
To be safe, he summoned twelve True Void Spirits to help him. Just as he was about to dash forward, he suddenly stopped and frowned. His gaze shifted to the left.