A silver thunder light lit up behind Shen Long, and the Heaven Venerable of Controlling Thunder appeared.
Her body burst forth with a silver halo; wherever the halo passed, the void surged with a vast number of silver electric arcs.
The silver halo swept over Shen Long's body, and dense silver electric arcs engulfed him.
With a raise of her right hand, the Soul Extinguishing Needle shot out and pierced through Shen Long's head.
Shen Long fell from the sky, crashing onto the ground, making a metallic clanging sound.
"A Mahayana Realm Flesh Spirit Puppet?"
The Heaven Venerable of Controlling Thunder exclaimed in surprise, with an expression of disbelief on her face.
Such a puppet in the Mahayana Realm was extremely rare and hard to distinguish from the real; she could never have imagined that Shen Long possessed one.
"Today is the day of your demise; sleep well!"
An icy male voice sounded.
