"Was this your plan, Daoist brother?"
A cold light lurked in Zhao Ziyue's eyes. To be honest, that had indeed caught him off guard, but how could a man as audacious as he truly let himself be butchered at another's whim? They were already near Fengdu City. If they really fell out here and caused a huge commotion, he and Manoo might not be unable to escape.
With that thought, he was already preparing to exert his strength... Fuck your mother!
At that moment, he saw one spirit talisman after another light up beside Yu Ci. Their spiritual radiance intertwined, and though only a trace leaked out, it resonated with the ambient essence outside, producing a low hum.
Zhao Ziyue suddenly understood. This bastard had been preparing all along! Of course, he had been doing the same. After six hours, he had suppressed his earlier injuries and could endure even a battle to the death. Yet Yu Ci had clearly prepared far more thoroughly.
Not only had he given a talisman cultivator the chance to probe his true capabilities, he had even given him ample time to prepare. Six hours! It had looked as though Yu Ci had been playing with fire the entire time, but who knew how many talismans he had actually made? And how many of them had been tailored specifically for him?
Zhao Ziyue was not skilled in talisman arts and could only judge by a little common sense. Yet Yu Ci became stingy at this moment, giving him no time to inspect them closely before the talismans vanished again. Then Yu Ci smiled. "What is it? Does Brother Zhao have some difficulty?"
As he spoke, Yu Ci was looking at Manoo.
Zhao Ziyue's heart jolted again. A certain possibility suddenly came to him. If this