She suddenly kicked one of the men without any warning.
That man was a disciple of the Mishan Sect, somewhat plump in appearance, and had been the one most enthusiastic with his taunts just a moment ago.
So unexpected was Su Nanzhi's action that none of the others had time to react, leaving that man's face to register a brief moment of stupefaction.
Before he could come to his senses, a gust of wind blew past him. Su Nanzhi didn't just kick at the air in front of him, but also threw a handful of Paper Talismans.
They were Evil-Repelling Talismans.
It was as if those Evil-Repelling Talismans ignited something, and after a burst of sparks, the disciple of the Mishan Sect suddenly snapped back to reality, patting his chest in fright afterwards.
Just now, he had no idea what happened, but his scalp had suddenly hurt—a kind of pain he couldn't describe, penetrating deep into his bones, leaving him with a momentary look of bewilderment in his eyes.
