Unfortunately, no matter how hard he tried, that crimson figure seemed like a small boat in the raging waves, drifting along yet remaining unyielding.
The cultivators saw that in the face of those powerful single-target spells, the crimson figure evaded them as nimbly as a leaf in the wind, while he seemed utterly indifferent to the area-of-effect spells that barely grazed him, as if they weren't Dao Mastery spells cast by an expert but merely a bit of wind and frost.
"Not enough power, not enough oomph, my friend Zhang."
"Slow, slow, slow, too slow."
"Faster, faster, even faster!"
"With that speed and strength of yours, I've heard you don't have a dao companion yet. Surely you're not using 'orchid fingers' when you're jerking off?"
"Hurry up, kill me already. Is this all the Daoist magic of Dragon Tiger Mountain amounts to?"
"I'm ticklish~"
"!@#￥"
