"Your so-called Divine Arts... are nothing special."
The gaunt old man flew into a rage.
"You stubborn little brat."
He began chanting a spell, but at that moment, stones from the rockeries suddenly shot through the air—his three companions seized the chance to make a move, launching a ranged assault to assist Wang Hongdao.
Though they were proud, none dared face the Incense Master head-on.
"Die!"
The gaunt old man's life's work was destroyed, he'd been taunted by a youngster—he snapped. Flickers of green fire carried him out of range, then with a wave of his hand, a full eighteen green snakes, each a foot long, slashed through the air—a wide-range attack, clearly intending to wipe them all out in one go.
