Roaring laughter resounded in the dinner hall.
"Your Highness, how many glasses of wine did you have to drink to become this drunk?"
"Your Highness Prince Yin, can't you afford to lose?"
"You still want to say that you can draw a talisman with a snap of your fingers. Even His Royal Highness cannot draw a talisman with a snap of your fingers. How can a talisman be drawn together so easily?"
"His Royal Highness King Yin is too boastful. Unless the emperor comes in person today, no one can draw a talisman with just a finger!"
"Could it be that Your Highness is fooling all the ministers in purple here as if they were children?"
"Fourth Prince, you can't afford to lose."
"That's right, losing to His Highness the Crown Prince is not a shame, but being stubborn and refusing to admit it, and talking back without any hesitation, would be a loss of your status!"
"I thought His Highness Prince Yin had some magnanimity and dared to admit his shortcomings, but now it seems that I have misjudged him."
"If His Highness is drunk, just go back and rest. I believe His Highness the Crown Prince will agree to this. If you are drunk, talking nonsense or even trying to act drunkenly, that would be too disgraceful."
"..."
Just when everyone was talking to each other, laughing and sarcastic, and the noise became louder and louder, they saw a shocking scene.
I saw Zhao Wujiang lightly snapping his fingers with a faint smile, and a tiny arc of lightning appeared on his fingertips, as if sparks were rubbing out.
In the blink of an eye, thunder arcs bloomed at Zhao Wujiang's fingertips, rising in the air against the wind.
After just one breath, a talisman with lightning as the carrier and dragon-like lightning arcs as runes appeared in Zhao Wujiang's hand.
The air of wind and thunder swept across the entire hall, and everyone felt a sense of oppression as the storm was about to come.
The sarcasm and laughter were shattered by the power of the wind and thunder, and the whole place fell into silence, with gasps of air coming from time to time.
The expressions of all the guests were horrified. They had never seen a talisman drawn with a snap of the fingers, but just now, the fourth prince snapped his fingers and drew a talisman in front of them, without using any ink or mahogany paper.
Someone swallowed hard and slumped down on the floor mat.
If the emperor's master came in person today and drew this talisman, they would only be amazed, but now, in addition to horror, they are filled with horror.
They were already shocked beyond measure. How could the fourth prince, who had always been addicted to wine and sex, possess such high attainments in talismans?
This skill of drawing talisman with a snap of the fingers and using the void as a carrier is completely different from the prince's drawing of talisman just now. It crushes the prince to a living!
This is too incredible, how is it possible? Could it be that they were drunk after eating wine?
Yang Bingen, a courtier from the prince's faction, stood up suddenly when the wind and thunder aura swept through the entire hall, his brows furrowed and his eyes full of shock.
He was very aware of the prince's strength, and he was not surprised to say that among the people of the Immortal Dynasty of the Great Zhou Dynasty, there were secluded Taoist masters whose attainments in talismans could overwhelm the prince.
But now, the one who is crushing the prince is the fourth prince Ji Bochang, whom he always despises and doesn't pay much attention to.
Moreover, this talisman attainment can simply be described as shocking.
The prince's talisman still needs a carrier, but Ji Bochang has long transcended ordinary carriers and can use the void as a carrier.
The talisman flashing with lightning arcs, and the ever-increasing and depressing power of wind and thunder, proved all the time that these were real and not hallucinations that he had seen after eating too much.
Yang Bingen opened his mouth, wanting to make excuses, but suddenly he fell down unable to do anything.
When Prince Ji Boying saw his fourth brother eliciting lightning arcs with a snap of his fingers, his eyes froze.
When he saw the thunder arc rising in the wind, forming a completely natural talisman, he felt frustrated.
It's too strong, it's not even a level of attainment.
It seemed that he was not facing his fourth brother who loved women and was addicted to wine and sex, but the Emperor Master who was as majestic as a mountain in his heart.
The rolling wind and thunder swept through the entire hall, also sweeping away the frustration in his heart, turning these frustrations into despair.
This kind of attainment, this talisman, is simply not something he can defeat on his own.
