"Are you trying to scare me?"
It wasn't that the Heaven-Transposing Daoist didn't know the power of a third-grade talisman, or how terrifying one of supreme-grade quality could be.
He was simply putting himself in the other man's shoes.
If he had a supreme-grade third-grade talisman in his hands, what would he do?
Would I still waste words on you?
Wouldn't I just throw it out and kill my opponent?
Since you're dragging this out and wasting your breath, there's clearly only one reason: you're bluffing!
This thing probably isn't even a third-grade talisman.
Even if it is, it might not be supreme-grade. And even if it's supreme-grade, it might not be an offensive talisman.
He's deceiving me!
This brat must be deceiving me.
Still, the Heaven-Transposing Daoist didn't dare be careless. He first readied a defensive magical treasure, then slashed his saber at He Pingsheng.
He Pingsheng felt like throwing up.
Damn it!
He really won't run?
Last time, a talisman scared off that Nascent Soul cultivator Jingxin, but this bastard won't budge.
Fine... if you won't be scared off, then die.
Boom...
A bolt of lightning sprang into existence and blasted toward the Heaven-Transposing Daoist.
He Pingsheng's face went pale, and he dropped to the ground with a thud.
There was nothing he could do. His divine sense had already been collapsing, and he had just used it again to activate the talisman.
Now the damage to his divine sense was even worse.
Boom...
A tremendous surge of lightning slammed into the Heaven-Transposing Daoist.
Pfft...
To He Pingsheng's shock, the Thunder-Splinter Talisman severely injured the bastard, but failed to kill him.
He held something pitch-black that looked like a turtle shell.
That thing had just blocked most of He Pingsheng's attack.
"Pfft... pfft..."
The Heaven-Transposing Daoist spat out