Saleen told the eastern sea mage to die straightforwardly. The grade-4 mage had thousands of ideas running in his head. Then, he realized that the young mage before him could not be moved with slick talk.
In the island nations of the eastern sea, language was the most powerful weapon. Even before a battle, both parties had to have a heated verbal exchange to suppress both parties' imposing manner. This young mage was like a lofty mountain by the side of the sea, splashed on by the waves for tens of thousands years without moving an inch.
Saleen laughed coldly. Looking at the mage, his right hand was pressed onto the Silver Magic Book. Once he flipped open the magic book, he would be able to release the stored magic. It was extremely convenient to use the magic book, the stored magic was dozens fold more powerful than a magic staff. It was sufficient enough to slay the mage before him.
