The atmosphere grew tense.
On one side stood Qiu Heyan, the Dragon Tiger Daoist, a rising star considered one of the future leaders of the Southern Supernatural Circle. On the other stood Zhao Tianci, the representative of the Zhao family, one of the Eight Great Families.
In terms of standing.
Zhao Tianci ranked higher.
But in terms of prospects and potential, Qiu Heyan far surpassed him.
That was why everyone wanted to befriend the Dragon Tiger Daoist. Aside from some underhanded dealings by the Zhao family lately, their main reason was his future potential.
Put simply.
If you had value, everyone would sing your praises.
But...
They had gathered to discuss business, after all. No one had quite expected things to escalate into a fight.
For the moment, no one intervened.
They wanted to see what the Dragon Tiger Daoist was made of.
But everyone was ready to act. They could not possibly let the two fight to the death.
The atmosphere grew delicate.
As the puppet appeared, Zhao Tianci's aura began to turn eerie. The sense of life in him gradually faded, visibly replaced by the impression of a lifeless object.
It was as though... he, too, had become a puppet!
"Die!"
Zhao Tianci opened his mouth and roared.
A ripple immediately spread toward the Dragon Tiger Daoist Master. Wherever it passed, even the wind abruptly stopped. An atmosphere of sluggishness, heaviness, and rigidity instantly enveloped the area.
Puppet Curse!
The Dragon Tiger Daoist immediately felt the joints in his limbs become extraordinarily stiff, as though they had rusted.
Even the slightest movement became a struggle.
And the stiffness kept worsening, soon locking the Dragon Tiger Daoist Master's body in place completely.
Then.
That rigidity began to seep into his consciousness.
He could clearly feel his thoughts growing sluggish.