All the disciples were angered by his tone and words. "How about you come out of the safe zone and we test out your immortality, you coward! Without that talisman, you are nothing!"
Lin Feng smirked at the disciple. "What kind of idiotic logic is that? A talisman maker can't even use his own talismans? I can say the same to you—without your cultivation realm, you are nothing."
The disciple gritted his teeth. "You coward, stop twisting the facts! There is no way a puny Core Formation realm swine can create Grade 4 talismans!"
"Well, if you don't believe it, then what can I say? I am not even surprised. A trash always thinks others are trash too... tch." Lin Feng smirked, and it was obvious to the disciples, even though he was wearing a mask.
"YOU—"
