Yue Ziling had barely finished speaking when Tang Chuan sent him a thought: "Brother Yue, why did you agree so readily to that scoundrel? Didn't you realize there might be a trap?"
Yue Ziling was bitterly frustrated. He's got my life in his hands. If I don't play along, am I supposed to court death?
But he sent back, "Trap or no trap, can you and I still hide our heads in the sand at a time like this? In my view, that scoundrel is relying on his mystical talismans. Let's make our position clear first and see what he can do."
Tang Chuan considered it briefly, then sent a thought back. "It seems we have no other choice."
Indeed, at this point, there was no turning back for anyone.
Wang Qianqiu might be arrogant, but he was willing to take on a crowd by himself. No matter how many thoughts you had, as long as you cared about the dignity of your sect, you had to accept the challenge.
Tang Chuan agreed with Yue Ziling's judgment as well. He reckoned that this Wang was only making such grand claims because he was relying on high-grade mystical talismans.
Then he spoke up in a clear voice. "Brother Dongfang, are you planning to sweep the whole field with high-grade mystical talismans? If so, this contest will hardly be interesting."
The rules had just been settled, but they had never specified whether mystical talismans were allowed. Nor had their use been unheard of in the seven previous bouts.
But now, Tang Chuan felt, the circumstances had changed.
Dongfang Tuo smiled. "What skill is there in using mystical talismans? This trial disciple of my Donghua Immortal Sect is a peerless genius, unmatched in the world. If he crushed you all with talismans, how