In the image projected by the Haotian Treasure Mirror, Ye Zhen soared through the air on a golden flying sword. He wore a gleaming golden Daoist robe, with a large White Jade Disc hanging from his body. From afar, all anyone could see was a dazzling mass of gold. He looked every bit the nouveau riche cultivator-the very definition of tacky.
As he sped through the sky on his golden flying sword, he taunted the people behind him in an infuriatingly smug voice.
"Hey, hey! Why are you guys following me around like a bunch of clingy pests? You've been chasing me for a whole day and night! Don't tell me you've fallen for my devastating good looks? You damn homos! Stay away from me..."
The other cultivators pursuing him bristled at his words, veins bulging on their foreheads. Clearly furious, they formed magic hand signs without hesitation, directing their spirit talismans and magic treasures to bombard Ye Zhen.
"Still daring to run that filthy mouth? Once we catch you, we'll pour shit down your throat! Let's see if you dare act so arrogant again!"
"We were hunting for treasure in an abandoned estate in the Secret Realm! If you hadn't led a pack of fierce beasts straight into us, would we have ended up in such a sorry state?"
"Fellow Daoists, we must work together today and kill this bastard, no matter what!"
The spirit talismans transformed into surging dragons of flame that roared forth. Scorching heat spread through the air, making even the atmosphere warp. Startled, Ye Zhen grabbed a Three-Water Talisman and flung it behind him, where it transformed into a rippling current of deep-blue mist.
Boom!!
The blazing dragons collided violently with the rippling current of deep-blue mist. The opposing forces of water and fire exploded