Blood Talisman Bombs were not all-powerful.
Zheng Qing had been prepared for that.
If Sephrano could survive with the help of a pipe and a wooden staff, it was hardly surprising that a true, top-tier Grand Wizard could come through a Talisman Bomb unscathed.
After all, Zheng Qing had drawn these talismans himself. They carried only a trace of the Forbidden Curse's aura, which made them more destructive to the rules than ordinary talismans.
If Old Yao or Mister Wu had drawn them, Zheng Qing was sure they could have packed a Talisman Bomb capable of blowing the Black Wizard apart, even without blood talismans touched by the Forbidden Curse.
"Very, very impressive power."
For the first time, Wotrey turned his pale, narrow face away from the three Grand Wizards and looked down at the young wizard, no bigger than a grain of rice from where he stood. Hundreds of crimson eyes rolled slowly across his face, catching every tiny movement Zheng Qing made. Some narrowed; others opened wide, their gazes carrying curiosity, scrutiny, malice, suspicion, and a host of other expressions.
For the first time, Zheng Qing felt that having too many eyes did not bring only fear and grotesquerie. At the very least, they let Wotrey express a far richer range of emotions.
"What an interesting young man."
The Black Wizard chuckled softly. His gaze settled on the Talisman Gun in Zheng Qing's hands, while hundreds of tentacles of varying thickness writhed beneath his chin, producing a grating laugh like wire scraping glass. "Life. You never know what surprises it will bring you..."
"Clearly, that's because you lack imagination."
Professor Simon of Starry Sky Academy spoke with open scorn. His enormous crimson tail whipped upward at an angle and slammed into a dozen tentacles descending silently from the