It was such a gruish pen that just looking at it caused Xu Qing’s pupils to constrict!

It was as tall as an ordinary person; its shaft was made of a spine, the tip from a head, and the brush hairs were the head’s hair. There was still bloody flesh on the spine, and though the head still had skin on it, that skin was green, making it look like an evil ghost. When it spoke, its voice was profoundly sinister, causing Xu Qing to frown.

Master Shengyun ignored the words, grabbed the pen, and drew a red circle in the air. The instant the circle appeared, it became corporeal, and it began expanding rapidly, like a rushing wind.

Xu Qing immediately fell back.

The composite grue was shaken. As the ox body fell back in retreat, it shivered and then exploded into four parts. The four parts then also exploded into bits.

Master Shengyun gripped the pen as he looked with bloodshot eyes at Xu Qing. 

Master Shengyun had been bizarre from birth; he had been born with a conjoined twin attached to his waist. That wasn’t necessarily a rarity on the Revered Ancient mainland. Truth be told,...