"Your divine arts... are nothing special."
The gaunt old man flew into a rage.
"Hard-mouthed little brat."
He chanted a spell, and just then, suddenly chunks of artificial rock came hurtling through the air; it was the other three taking the opportunity to assist Wang Hongdao from a distance.
Although they were arrogant, they dared not confront the Incense Master directly.
"Die!"
Years of enterprise destroyed, and further taunted by a junior, the gaunt old man went mad. After dodging an attack with a green fire, he waved his hand, and this time eighteen green snakes tore through the air towards them, obviously a ranged attack, meant to wipe them out at once.
