Are You Going to Ambush Me

Zhang Daoling was a great deity of Taoism; the talismans he drew by hand were, from a religious perspective, at the level of divine artifacts or holy relics.

As soon as this Five-Thunder Evil-Suppressing Talisman was brought out, every monster present felt their body jolt, their limbs going numb as if they had accidentally touched a live wire.

Fang Cheng felt the Crystal Skull in his palm shudder violently, and he immediately wore an expression of a plan coming together.

"Stick this on?"

Peng Jie, standing to the side, shouted, "You can't be serious, that's too much of a waste. You'd be better off giving it back to me."

Fang Cheng glanced at him. "Giving it back is fine, but you'll have to trade me the Yangping Zhidu Gong Seal for it."

Peng Jie's eyes widened. "The Yangping Zhidu Gong Seal? Why don't you ask me to trade you the True Martial Sword instead?"

"That works too. Do you have one?"

"I don't have the True Martial Sword, but do you want some one-of-a-kind zombie shit?"

"Forget it, keep it for yourself to eat."

Fang Cheng pulled the conversation back from its tangent. "Stop talking nonsense and tell me what will happen if I stick this talisman on."

Peng Jie answered Fang Cheng's question, "If you stick it on, and that Lich's soul is truly hiding inside, it will definitely be wiped out of existence, without even a chance to escape back to its phylactery. This is a masterpiece from a great deity; using it to deal with a Lich is like using an anti-aircraft gun to kill a chicken."

"I won this with my own ability, so I'll use it however I want."

Fang Cheng grabbed the talisman and moved to stick it onto the Crystal Skull. "So you