"You brat, do you truly think I'm afraid of your martial talisman?" With a sinister gaze fixed on Du Fei, Tie Cheng spoke in a deep voice laced with a hint of murderous intent, his face becoming increasingly gloomy upon sensing the change in the atmosphere within the hall.

"You might not be afraid. However, when dealing with someone like you, the difference between using a martial talisman or not is negligible," Du Fei replied, a hint of mockery evident in his tone with ...