The shadow puppeteer was now using living puppets.
With but a faint tremble of Elder Shixian's wrist, the Fierce Tiger Gang disciple's body moved against his will, sending a fist flying toward Tong Tianba.
Tong Tianba wanted to strike back, but the attacker was one of his own men.
Though run through with an iron rod and unable to control his own body, the man wasn't dead—Elder Shixian's strike had been too clever for that. He could only stare at Tong Tianba in sheer panic.
They were his own men. He couldn't strike them, but he couldn't just stand there either. It was a maddening situation, leaving him with a mountain of strength he had no way to unleash.
He could only roar in fury:
"Elder Shixian, you're a senior master who has been renowned in the Jianghu for years. Aren't you ashamed of yourself for resorting to such despicable tactics?"
Hidden behind the man he controlled, Elder Shixian continued his assault on Tong Tianba, crowing smugly:
