"Calm and composed, Great Fireball..."
"White Python's World-Supporting Whip..."
"No Mind, No Self. Stand on Earth and Reach the Heavens..."
"Three thousand guests intoxicated by flowers filling the hall, one sword's cold light shining across fourteen provinces..."
The man was bound up like a dumpling with a horsetail whisk. His hair was scorched black, and his face was bruised and swollen. Staring at the magical sword gleaming coldly before him, he shut his eyes and cried out in anguish, "The Daoist master is truly mighty!"
Only then did Ling Xiao nod with satisfaction. Now surely no one could say he wasn't practicing Daoist arts.
Isn't that right?
A crowd of people nodded in terror. Yes, that's right, you're right. Please, just go.
P.S. Ah, yet another hopeless synopsis...
