Wang Shouzhe was equally astonished. He had never expected Gongsun Qiang, whose emotional intelligence was not exactly reliable, to have another trump card to reveal.
Only then did he remember.
It seemed that before Gongsun Qiang arrived, he had brought two carriages by himself. No one knew what exactly those carriages contained.
Could it be... inside those carriages...
Just as everyone was wavering in shock and uncertainty.
Suddenly.
The doors of the two carriages at the very end of the procession opened, and a colossal object stepped out of each carriage.
Boom! Boom!
With two tremendous crashes, the bluestone pavement cracked apart.
What came into everyone's view were two things that looked like gigantic statues.
They stood over ten feet tall, broad and stout, their entire bodies seemingly forged from some sort of black crystal stone. They gave off the feeling of boundless strength.
"What are those?"
Several direct-line members of the Liu Clan watching from the sidelines turned pale. "Those are the two Inkstone Puppets of the Shanyang Gongsun Clan?"
The Liu Clan was no stranger to those two puppets.
The Shanyin Liu Clan and the Shanyang Gongsun Clan were separated by only a single mountain ridge. More precisely, they shared that ridge.
Since both sides jointly controlled the territory, friction was inevitable.
The two clans had clashed over mineral resources more than once or twice, and both sides had accumulated some grudges.
Those two Inkstone Puppets normally stayed in the Gongsun Clan's mines, blasting mountains and extracting ore. Yet whenever conflicts arose between the two sides, the puppets occasionally appeared at the scene of their brawls as well.
They possessed immense strength and seemed impervious to blades and spears. Other than an ancestor of the Liu Clan personally taking action, no one could suppress those two Inkstone Puppets.