"Then you and I," said Situ Guangyao.
The puppet in blue interrupted Situ Guang, saying, "I was crafted by my master. My master's orders are everything to me. If my master wants me to guard the Dragon Tomb, I will use my life to guard it. You damned people, if you disturb my master, you must die."
The puppet in blue approached like a violent blizzard. He stepped forward, coldly saying, "If you want to move the master's Dragon Tomb, you'll have to get past me first."
As the blue puppet's sleeves swayed, a golden light shot out like a meteor. A golden knife appeared in his hand. The puppet infused the power of inner rules into swordsmanship, and the swordsmanship emitted flashes and thunder, roaring continuously. It was filled with clouds and rocks, densely packed. Mysterious runes fell like fairies, with immense energy rippling like thick fog.
