"Lord White, get out of my way; leave that old dog to me."
Nangong Wuque, whose eyes were now bloodshot, straightened his back and shouted loudly.
His aura was imposing and astonishing, and his shout was resounding, almost angering Nangong Xuanying to death.
Who are you calling an old dog?
His status was noble and respected, yet this punk was cursing at him like this; it truly was unforgivable.
Whitey violet eyes flickered for a while, and suddenly, smoke surged out from its array, which stopped revolving. Then, it stopped shooting the array cannon.
Nangong Xuanying's body was already drenched in sweat. He had not expected that a solemn Divine Physique Echelon expert like himself, who had broken through two shackles, would be this distressed while facing a puppet.
Nangong Xuanying's aura became more stifling as he coldly glared at Whitey.
Nangong Wuque cried out as he fell from the sky, landing right in front of Nangong Xuanying.
