Zhang Daoling was a Daoist deity. From a religious perspective, the talismans he drew by hand were divine artifacts or holy relics.
The moment the Five-Thunder Evil-Suppressing Talisman appeared, every monster present felt their bodies jolt. Their hands and feet went numb, as if they'd accidentally touched an electric fence.
Fang Cheng felt the Crystal Skull in his palm shudder violently and immediately wore a look that said his plan had worked.
"You're going to stick that on?"
Peng Jie called out from beside him, "Seriously? That's such a waste. You might as well give it back to me."
Fang Cheng glanced at him. "I can give it back. Bring me the Yangping Zhidu Gong Seal in exchange."
Peng Jie's eyes widened. "The Yangping Zhidu Gong Seal? Why don't you ask me to trade you the True Martial Sword?"
"Sure. Do you have one?"
"I don't have the True Martial Sword, but I've got a one-of-a-kind piece of zombie shit. Want that?"
"No thanks. Keep it for yourself."
Fang Cheng dragged the conversation back on track. "Cut the nonsense. Tell me what'll happen if I stick this talisman on it."
Peng Jie answered his question. "If the Lich's soul really is hiding inside, it'll be obliterated. It won't even have a chance to retreat into its phylactery. This is the work of a deity. Using it against a Lich is like firing an antiaircraft gun at a chicken."
"I won this fair and square. I'll use it however I want."
Fang Cheng snatched up the talisman and moved to stick it onto the Crystal Skull. "So you like playing dead, huh? Then I'll send you to your death."
"Stop!"
Just as the talisman was about to land, the Crystal Skull shook violently, and a wisp of smoke-like spirit finally emerged.