The Green-robed Scholar immediately grew defensive.
He was extremely wary of Chen Shi asking his name. The last time Chen Shi asked like that, just as he was about to answer, Chen Shi's leg had cleaved into his neck.
That battle had not gone as he anticipated, lacking the scenes of Northern and Southern Talisman Masters engaging in mystic combat, and had instead ended with his two legs being severed and him fleeing in panic.
He had been recuperating from his injuries ever since, only barely healing, but his body had already transformed into a Thread-Pulling Worm, unable to return to human form.
Returning to human form meant losing his legs and becoming crippled.
Becoming crippled meant death.
Half of his body was now an evil Sui, and the other half was human—neither human nor Sui, all because Chen Shi had asked his name!
Now Chen Shi was asking his name again, playing the same old trick; how could he possibly fall for it?
Seeing that he did not answer, Chen Shi asked once more.
The Green-robed Scholar still did not answer. Looking down from above, he sneered, "Chen Shi, today is not a dispute between Northern and Southern Talisman Masters, but a reckoning! Today, my injuries are healed, and I have come to avenge my severed legs!"
Slung across his back was a large vermilion gourd, taller than a man, and blood plasma was spurting upward from the mouth of the gourd, forming a complex rune structure about an acre in size above his head.
The structure of this talisman was something Chen Shi had never seen before, but the meaning of the talisman was clear at a glance.
The starting strokes of those runes no longer used the Three Pure Ones script of ordinary talismans, but rather the