The onlookers saw Su Yi’s body in tatters. His wounds were dire, and it seemed he might topple at a moment’s notice.0

Some of the revenants of ancient orthodoxies were even raring to jump in. They figured the curtains were about to fall on this duel, making this the ideal moment to strike.0

But none of them would have guessed that Su Yi's instantaneous slash would bore a hole right through the Painter’s chest!1

It was simply a masterstroke, sudden and tyrannical. It completely overturned the crowd’s imaginations.0

Yan Daolin, the Fisherman, and Deng Zuo’s expressions shifted dramatically. They instinctively retreated, their hearts quivering and their hair standing on end.0

They were the closest, but they couldn’t tell just what trump card Su Yi had played to release such terrifying power.0

“You…” The Painter’s eyes bulged with disbelief. “If you had such a card up your sleeves, why wait until you were so badly injured to use it?”0

“Did I scare you?” Su Yi said apologetically. “I’m to blame. I was overly eager to play.”1

“Eager to play?” The Painter gnashed his teeth so hard they almost shattered. What kind of reason is that?0

The distant onlookers fell silent. Is that really what it was?0

Bang!0

The Painter’s physical...0