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The mocking laughter of the Shadow echoed through the ruined temple, as black energy surged forth like a tidal wave, carrying with it the scent of destruction, threatening to completely engulf the dilapidated structure. A chilling aura spread out, sending shivers down the spine.
Xuan Yang's heart tightened. Damn it, this thing looks like trouble! The thick, dark energy resembled a malevolent spirit crawling out from the depths of hell, clawing and gnashing its teeth, exuding an overwhelming sense of oppression.
He pushed Lu Zhiyuan aside. "Village Chief, protect yourself!" The sudden turn of events sent Xuan Yang's adrenaline soaring; he had to ensure the Village Chief's safety and prevent any harm from coming to him.
Lu Zhiyuan opened his mouth to say something but was silenced by Xuan Yang's determined gaze. He hesitated, ultimately swallowing his words. He understood that this was not the time for debate; Xuan Yang had grown up, developing his own judgment and sense of responsibility.
Taking a deep breath, Xuan Yang thought fiercely, To hell with it! No matter how powerful this shadow is, I cannot back down. I must protect myself, protect Xuan Qing, and protect the Village Chief.
He summoned the power of the Puppet Master that he had yet to fully control. A strange energy surged within him, as if a slumbering dragon was awakening. The Shadow Puppet suddenly appeared, flashing into existence like a ghostly figure, standing guard before him and Xuan Qing. The Puppet Master was entirely black, radiating a cold light like a guardian from hell.
Xuan Qing looked at Xuan Yang's back with a glimmer of appreciation in his eyes. Yang'er, you have finally grown up. He smiled gently, as if seeing the dawn of hope.
"Shadow, you will not succeed!" Xuan Qing shouted angrily, unleashing a powerful wave of energy from within him that erupted like a volcano—unstoppable. This energy collided with the black force, producing a deafening roar as two torrents clashed violently.
The walls of the crumbling temple shook violently, threatening to collapse at any moment. Debris fell in showers while dust swirled around them; the entire temple seemed to be caught in an apocalyptic scene.
Xuan Yang's Shadow Puppet wrestled with the black energy like two giant pythons biting at each other in a heart-stopping spectacle. The dark energy gnawed at the Shadow Puppet like maggots on bone, while the Shadow Puppet fought fiercely to resist being consumed by darkness.
The Shadow regarded Xuan Yang with surprise flickering in its eyes. "I didn't expect you could control the Shadow Puppet; it seems you truly are the reincarnation of the Puppet Master." It narrowed its eyes, disbelief lacing its tone.
Xuan Yang sneered coldly. "Shadow, do you think that just because you've unleashed the Shadow Demon you can control everything? You're too naive!" His gaze was resolute, showing no hint of fear.
The Shadow laughed heartily. "What does it matter if you wield the power of the Puppet Master? In the end, you will still have to submit to me!" Its laughter was filled with arrogance and confidence, as if victory were already assured.
As soon as he finished speaking, a surge of black energy erupted violently, like a flood breaking through a dam, instantly forcing Xuan Yang's Shadow Puppet back. This overwhelming force left Xuan Yang feeling breathless, as if a mountain had been pressed upon him.
A sense of dread filled Xuan Yang; damn it, how did the power of the shadows suddenly become so much stronger? This unexpected change caught him off guard, filling his heart with confusion and unease.
At that moment, Xuan Qing suddenly stepped in front of Xuan Yang, bracing himself against the onslaught of black energy. His figure stood like an indestructible barrier, shielding Xuan Yang.
“Dad!” Xuan Yang exclaimed, his eyes instantly reddening. Worry and guilt flooded his heart; he didn’t want his father to get hurt because of him.
Xuan Qing's lips bled slightly, his face pale, yet his gaze remained resolute. “Yang'er, don’t worry, I’m fine.” Though his voice was weak, it was filled with strength, giving Xuan Yang boundless courage.
As he spoke, he summoned the energy within him once more to combat the black force. His silhouette resembled an unyielding warrior, fighting valiantly against the darkness.
Watching Xuan Qing, Xuan Yang felt a wave of guilt and self-blame wash over him. It’s all my fault; if I were strong enough, Dad wouldn’t be hurt. He clenched his fists tightly, anger and frustration boiling within him.
He gritted his teeth; damn it, I will defeat the shadows and protect Dad! This fierce conviction blazed in his heart, granting him immense strength.
Once again, he channeled all the power of the Puppet Master within him. The Shadow Puppet let out a furious roar like a beast howling and charged at the black energy once more. This force was even stronger and more ferocious than before.
This time, the power of the Shadow Puppet had clearly increased significantly, managing to hold its ground against the black energy. The two forces collided with a deafening roar that shook the entire dilapidated temple.
The shadow observed this scene with a flicker of surprise in its eyes. “I didn’t expect you to be able to enhance your power; it seems I truly underestimated you.” There was a note of seriousness in its tone now, no longer laced with disdain as before.
Xuan Yang ignored the shadow completely; he focused all his attention on controlling the Shadow Puppet. He knew this was his only chance. He had to seize this opportunity to defeat the shadow and protect himself and his family.
He silently recited the teachings of the Puppet Sect, gradually calming his mind. These ancient teachings flowed through him like a clear spring, cleansing his spirit and sharpening his focus.
"To control shadows with the heart, to transform shadows into form, the art of the Puppet Master relies solely on the mind." This teaching echoed in his heart, as if it were a sudden enlightenment.
As he recited the teaching, Xuan Yang felt his connection with the Shadow Puppet grow stronger, as if they had become one. He could clearly sense the power of the Shadow Puppet, along with its anger and desire.
The power of the Shadow Puppet surged once more, erupting like a volcano and instantly suppressing the black energy. This overwhelming force filled the shadow with fear; he had never witnessed such a powerful technique of the Puppet Master.
The shadow's expression changed dramatically, disbelief filling his eyes. "How is this possible? How could you..." Before he could finish his sentence, the Shadow Puppet transformed into a dark silhouette and swiftly engulfed him.
A scream escaped the shadow's lips before he vanished completely. His figure shattered like a bubble, disappearing into the darkness.
The black energy dissipated as well, and the ruined temple returned to calm. Everything seemed to revert to its original state, though a faint scent of blood lingered in the air.
Xuan Yang collapsed weakly onto the ground, gasping for breath. The battle had drained all his strength, leaving him utterly exhausted.
Xuan Qing approached him and gently patted his shoulder. "Yang'er, you did well." His tone was filled with pride and reassurance.
Xuan Yang looked at Xuan Qing, gratitude shining in his eyes. "Dad, thank you." He felt an overwhelming sense of appreciation; he knew that without Xuan Qing's support, he would not have been able to defeat the shadow.
Xuan Qing smiled softly. "Silly child, we're father and son; there's no need for thanks." His smile radiated warmth and affection.
Suddenly, the ground trembled again, and more cracks appeared on the walls of the ruined temple. This unexpected turn of events tightened Xuan Yang's heart. Could it be that the Shadow Demon was not yet sealed?
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