Whoosh!
Taiyi withdrew his gaze from between the red moon and blue moon and let out a long breath. The exhalation swept down like a hurricane, rolling up layers of cloud sea like willow catkins along the Silent River at the end of March.
Click!
The magazine of the talisman gun In Hand turned slightly, and the crisp sound of its mechanism cycling carried far into the distance.
He gave Professor Monteria no chance to speak and raised his hand to fire—perhaps the entire world held only the two of them as living creatures now, so it should not matter even if he missed. With that faintly peculiar thought, the Young Legendary did not pause for an instant. In the blink of an eye, he emptied the remaining five talisman bullets from the magazine.
Unlike talisman bullets wrapped in talisman paper, those formed directly within a talisman gun's magazine had none of those flashy effects. They were simply condensed from magic and the power of Forbidden Curses, shattering anything before them in the simplest and most brutal manner.
The simplest things were usually the best.
This world was too complicated, and people always gravitated toward certainty. It was an instinctive pursuit of security. To borrow a line from Doctor Neumann: if wizards did not believe magic was simple, it was only because they had yet to realize how complicated life was.
Five talisman bullets were not many, but they were enough to seal off Professor Monteria's escape routes to the greatest extent possible.
Yet he did not seem to have any intention of continuing to flee.
After Old Man Ruo Yu departed, the pressure on "Yuanshi" suddenly eased. Facing Taiyi's first wave of attacks, he merely clasped his hands together, formed the simple hand seal of the Immovable Wisdom King,