Bang!

Just as Chang He had accepted his death, a metal hand suddenly appeared in front of him, plucking the oncoming spear out of thin air.

The spear struggled in the hand’s grip but was unable to escape for some time. Eventually, it began to disappear.

Only then did Chang He realize that a giant metal status had suddenly appeared in front of him.

A Titan-Class puppet!

This was the Titan-Class Puppet Su Chen had handed to Ye Fenghan. He had chosen to use it at this moment to save Chang He’s life.

As the spear disappeared, the person wielding it also appeared.

A Harpy elder dressed in elaborate palace uniform was clasping his hands together as he watched them.

“Titan-Class puppet? Su Chen must be quite rich to give you one of these things. He only has four of them, right?” the old Harpy said.

“You’re wrong. Master has fifty of them now,” Ye Fenghan replied coldly.

“Fifty?” The old Harpy was quite badly startled by this revelation. An instant later, however, his eyes lit up. “Then you must be Su Chen’s disciple?”

“Yes, he is!” Chang He proudly announced. “And the only one too.”

“Shut your mouth!” Ye Fenghan said.

Indeed, the elder immediately turned his attention to Ye Fenghan. “Wonderful!...