"You insolent brat! Even now, you still dare to rely on your glib tongue!"
The Daoist sitting at the altar let out a cold laugh. As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly traced a line through the air with one hand, snatched a talisman from the altar, murmured an incantation, then widened his eyes and swiped the talisman straight toward Evan Lin.
"Go!"
In the blink of an eye, the talisman split in midair—one became two, two became four, four became eight. Eight blazing talismans shot straight for Evan’s head, aiming to engulf him from above.
"Behold my Eight Fire God Talismans!"
The Daoist sneered, "These Eight Fire God Talismans were personally written by my master, the Old Immortal Sage. The power infused in them is enough to make any ordinary man feel the agony of being burned alive!"
"Today, I want to see how you could possibly..."
Before the Daoist could finish his words, his face full of confidence suddenly froze. His throat went dry as he stared at the scene before him, eyes wide, unable to speak for a long moment.
What he saw: the teenager hadn’t moved at all, just stood there. As the eight flaming talismans closed in, Evan simply raised his right hand, flicked his index finger, and the eight talismans instantly spun around—shooting straight back toward the altar.
"Damn!"