The aura of the Celestial Realm puppet Wang Shouzhu suddenly surged, locking firmly onto the Celestial elder of the Huangfu Clan. It was as if the moment the other party made the slightest move, he would launch an attack—even if it meant self-destructing to drag him down in mutual ruin.
That elderly Huangfu man had weathered many battlefields, so his sense for killing intent was naturally extraordinarily keen.
His heart chilled. Instantly sensing danger, he hurried several zhang backward and barked with a cold face, "Friend from the Wang Clan, what do you intend to do to our young lady? Could it be that you wish to provoke a dispute between the Wang Clan and the Huangfu Clan?"
His words were forceful, but the expression on his face carried the unmistakable taste of being fierce in appearance yet weak within, no matter how one looked at it.
By now, he no longer dared to look down on Wang Shouzhe in the slightest.
How could someone who possessed a Celestial Realm puppet bodyguard be an ordinary person? Setting aside cost-performance for the moment, in terms of absolute value alone, a Celestial Realm elder like him was far less valuable than a Celestial Realm puppet.
"Shouzhu, do not be rude," Wang Shouzhe said calmly. "Senior was only anxious out of concern for the person he protects. It was merely a moment of urgency. Stand down."
"Yes, Master."
Only then did Wang Shouzhu withdraw that terrifying aura and return behind Wang Shouzhe, resuming the appearance of a low-key brawny man, as if nothing had happened at all.
But after this little episode, no one dared to underestimate that inconspicuous "brawny man" anymore.
After all, to purchase a Celestial Realm puppet from Tiangong Workshop, its value would be three to four million Qian Gold,