Immediately, fear appeared in the middle-aged man’s eyes, immediately withdrawing his scabbard, he retreated backwards immediately.
Wang Lin sneered, he changed his mudra, and immediately, the remaining six symbols lined up and rushed towards the middle-aged man.
Fear could be seen in the middle-aged man’s eyes, while rapidly retreating, threw out numerous jade talismans from his storage bag, wanting to fight for even a little chance of escape.
These Jade talismans after appearing, but before they could take effect, were hit by the golden symbols, and burst open before they could even play the slightest role in obstructing.
Despair appeared on the Middle-aged man’s face, as he said shocked: “Friend, would you like to become JiMo old man’s disciple…….” [TLNote: This sentence might be mistranslated, please see the raws: 中年人露出绝望的表情,惊声道:“道友,下是即墨老人坐下弟子……”]
Before he could finish, the golden symbols had already reached him, like lightning the first symbol pressed on his chest, the middle-aged man’s face became bright red as he quickly collapsed, spewing out blood.
The second symbol followed, the middle-aged man bled profusely from the head, as his chest is silently penetrated.