Ouyang Mo's cheeks flushed red as he let out a deep breath. All he felt was his blood boil and a sense of satisfaction washing over him. Every time he crafted a talisman, he experienced this sensation as if he were leading an army into battle and he was the strategist behind it all.0

Now, having secured another victory, how could he not feel excited?0

Looking at the Purple Lightning Talisman he had just made, he felt pleased. Though its quality wasn't particularly good, that could be attributed to the ordinary spiritual materials he had used. To transform such low-grade spiritual materials into a Purple Lightning Talisman capable of killing someone at the tenth stage of Qi Refining Realm was no small feat. Few could achieve such a feat.0

After storing the talisman, Ouyang Mo cast a sly glance toward Fang Chen who was...0