Elder Tong Xuan respectfully held the Seven-Colored Dragon Brush in his hands, his heart filled with excitement. The Seven-Colored Heavenly Emperor Brush, which the Gu Clan had not used in a thousand years, was finally about to be unsealed!
"Xun Er!"
His hand tightly gripping the Seven-Colored Heavenly Emperor Brush, Elder Tong Xuan turned his gaze toward Xun Er. Seeing this, she gave a slight nod and slowly closed her beautiful eyes.
Seeing Xun Er nod, Elder Tong Xuan's expression became solemn as a towering aura surged from his body, sweeping out in all directions.
Then, his grip on the Seven-Colored Heavenly Emperor Brush suddenly tightened, and his arm began to move. Mysterious strokes swiftly took shape beneath his hand, and with the brush's movement, Seven-Colored Clan Marks appeared stroke by stroke upon Xun Er's smooth forehead.
This seven-colored hue was dazzling to the extreme, countless times more brilliant than the seven-colored shade on the Green-shirt man's forehead. Though Divine Grade and ninth grade differed by only one grade, the gap between them was like that between clouds and mud.
As the seven-colored clan mark emerged stroke by stroke, Elder Tong Xuan's face grew increasingly grave. The hand holding the Heavenly Emperor Brush trembled faintly without cease, while the Dou Qi within his body drained away as swiftly as a tide.
What a terrifying Heavenly Emperor Brush. No wonder no one had been qualified to use it for a thousand years. Just this rate of Dou Qi consumption alone would probably drain anyone below the Dou Sheng realm into a dried corpse in an instant!
Feeling the Dou Qi in his body rapidly vanishing, Elder Tong Xuan's expression darkened slightly. He then swiftly focused his mind, controlling the flawless path of the brush strokes.
Sizzle, sizzle!
The Seven-Colored Heavenly Emperor