"I must have given you too much face."
Seeing the relentless posture of the other side, Wang Yunxiao had gotten quite angry on the spot.
People don't want to wrestle with a dog because they fear getting hurt; it's simply not worth it.
Yet here you are, actually believing you're something special, pretending to be an elephant with a leek in your pig's snout?
Hearing the arrogant barking getting closer, he took out two gunpowder bombs from his pocket, lit the fuses, and threw them directly.
These were commonly called "Palm Thunder" in the past, looking unimpressive like frozen autumn pears, about the size of a fist, and filled with old-fashioned black gunpowder. They were not as powerful or safe as the wooden-stock hand grenades now issued to the military.
Its greatest advantage was that it truly had a history of "subduing demons and eliminating evil."
Many Taoists skilled in alchemy could make these Palm Thunders by hand, tracing back at least a thousand years in history.
