"THE TALISMAN PRINTER"
Talisman Master Pang Zhi looked at the talisman paper in his hand, then at Li Bai, and finally at Qingyao Demoness, who was following behind the group. After all these years, and after crossing countless bridges and roads, he had never encountered anything like this. However he looked at it, the whole thing seemed like a ridiculous joke.
He wasn't the only one who thought so. The others in the group, sneaking glances over, felt the same way.
That old man was so pitiful, being toyed with like this by those unscrupulous young people. What a waste of a talisman made by a master. Who knew how furious he'd be in a moment? Out here in these remote mountains, with no village for miles in any direction, they'd have a hard time even calling an ambulance.
Encouraged by Li Bai's gaze, Old Man Pang finally got serious. It was a talisman, after all, not just meaningless scribbles. He tossed it off the mountain road.
Under the special technique, the soft talisman paper wasn't swept away by the wind. Instead, it flew like a stone, tracing a parabola before dropping into a valley hundreds of meters below.
The group happened to be halfway up the mountain. Outside the rugged path lay steep slopes and sheer cliffs, and there wasn't a single home for miles around. No matter how powerful the talisman was, it couldn't injure anyone else.
BOOM!
It was as if a hypersonic fighter jet had roared past the mountainside. Solid rock shattered, and countless fragments were swept more than a hundred meters into the air. Flickers of lightning flashed amid them, while the terrifying roar continued without pause.
The Rocky Mountains had sparse vegetation and exposed rock everywhere. Once the wind lent its force, it became