"Look, what does professional mean? This is what fucking professional means!"
In the bitter cold lands, a legion commander's eyes shone as he said excitedly, "He came here for a magical duel, and the moment he appeared, he made an entrance like that, flaunting his might and crushing our arrogance."
"Incredible!"
The other legion commanders and legion experts' mouths twitched.
Fuck!
If you don't know how to talk, keep your mouth shut.
Still... the Flower-Scatter Daoist Wang Quan's entrance was rather distinctive.
Should we copy it when we duel in the future?
Some cultivators thought it looked good and secretly used spells to copy the scene, then quietly treasured it away to pass down to their descendants, so they could imitate their forebears' swagger once they rose to prominence.
Amid cheers, Wang Quan walked down the cloud bridge step by step.
The Beauty Snake the Dream Nun had transformed into formed seals with both hands, turning them into a throne that bore Wang Quan.
Whoosh!
A breeze blew past, and the banners made from the female demons' ragged clothing flapped wildly, radiating dazzling white light.
Gulp!
A cultivator swallowed and muttered, "A true man should be like this!"
Smack!
A companion smacked his head. "Wake up! Has practicing the Dream Dao driven you mad? You'll never manage that in your lifetime."
The cultivator gritted his teeth. "Don't scorn a youth for being poor!"
His companion curled his lip. "You're already an old man of fifty or sixty. What youth?"
The cultivator muttered, "Then don't scorn the middle-aged for being poor!"
His companion...
Whoosh!
White clouds swirled, turning into dragons, phoenixes, qilin, and other auspicious creatures that circled Wang Quan's side.
Colored smoke flowed like ribbons among Wang Quan and the others, drifting ethereally, like an immortal realm.
Flower Sprites and