Before Qing could speak, Shen Yuzi flicked his horsetail whisk.

The sky darkened in an instant. A vast sheet of talisman paper, densely covered in golden characters, unfurled above the island, blotting out the sun as though poised to suppress everyone from the Empire.

Qing’s expression changed sharply. Two beams of azure light, sharp as blades, shot skyward.

They collided head-on with the colossal talisman.

The golden talisman was torn apart, revealing the sky once more.

Yet the characters inscribed upon it did not dissipate. Instead, they drifted downward like falling snow.

From Qing’s body, countless blades of light surged forth in an unbroken stream, shredding the descending characters one by one.

It was evident that both sides were exercising extreme restraint. The phenomena...