"Senior brother, you are right, the matters of the Taoist temple have indeed consumed a lot of your energy. Your cultivation level may not have improved for decades, while your junior brother, me, has been practicing day and night for this day. Senior brother, take this!" Li Wendao finished speaking and flung three talismans towards Li Wenxin, each transforming into flowing water, thunder explosions, and cold frost attacking Li Wenxin.
Li Wendao's move seemed simple but was actually extraordinary. Being able to throw out three talismans at once was already quite difficult, and these three talismans were also coordinated: watering, then thunder, following with frost. It was clearly a move determined to take a life.
