'What the hell is this black mist? It can even corrode the Spiritual Power of a Talisman?'
Lin Changfeng sensed the fluctuations in Cheng Zongyang's emotions and sneered inwardly. 'So he really is just an Innate Martial Arts Martial Artist! And here I thought he was a Cultivator hiding his Cultivation!'
The next moment, however, a Smoke Bomb appeared in Cheng Zongyang's hand. He tossed it to the ground without a moment's hesitation.
A loud BANG echoed as smoke instantly filled the air, obscuring Lin Changfeng's vision. But it was useless. Cheng Zongyang had his Golden Bell Talisman active, so he wasn't worried about being attacked. Still, enveloped by the black mist, he couldn't leave at all. 'It's like I'm rooted to the spot!'
Lin Changfeng grew annoyed at the Smoke Bomb.
'What's the meaning of this? Trying to fool a Cultivator with Martial Arts tricks? Is he underestimating me?'
