Senior, Please Say More

The sweet woman receiving Xu Fan and Ming Kong smiled charmingly and said in a considerate tone, "Fellow Daoist, the high-power Talismans our Merchant Guild mentioned must at least be capable of injuring a Quasi-Immortal, or be Talismans that have just reached the limit a Middle Thousand World can withstand."

The woman spoke softly, just loudly enough for the two of them to hear.

"Injuring someone at the Quasi-Immortal level is easy enough, but reaching the limit a Middle Thousand World can bear will take a bit more effort."

As Xu Fan spoke, his left hand drew Talismans in the air while Sacred Yang lunar yin power appeared in his right hand.

In that instant, Xu Fan became the focus of the entire grand hall.

Every Cultivator conducting business within the hall changed expression.

They sensed powerful energy gathering in Xu Fan's palm. If it accidentally erupted, they would all be finished.

For a moment, defensive Immortal Artifacts and Spiritual Light from Divine Abilities lit up everywhere, and the atmosphere in the grand hall grew tense.

A figure appeared beside Xu Fan, his aura as unfathomable as an abyss and as vast as the sea.

The Cultivator clad in a black robe stared solemnly at Xu Fan.

"Fellow Daoist, has my Spring Flower Merchant Guild failed to receive you properly in any way?"

Just as the Black Robe Cultivator finished speaking, Xu Fan had already fused the Talisman with the Sacred Yang lunar yin power in his hand.

The powerful, violent energy was sealed away, and the Cultivators trading in the grand hall finally relaxed.

All of them looked at Xu Fan with reverence.

Supreme Venerables like Xu Fan stood at the pinnacle of a world. They generally would not personally come to conduct such trivial transactions.

"Senior, my apologies.