Sure enough, it was fucking art!
Su Mutian's mouth twitched.
I was so, so wrong!
I actually thought Spirit Hall's people would draw him exactly like me and get me wanted by everyone on Douluo Continent!
What was with those slanting, sweeping eyebrows?
And that crooked angle of the mouth...
Fuck? Did I turn into the Crooked Mouth God of War?
The portrait on the paper was indeed roughly similar to Su Mutian in build, but the face was worlds apart.
It could be called two completely different art styles.
"The painters on Douluo Continent... emmm, are really hard to describe."
That was truly unfair to the painter.
Looking back to the day Thousand Jun Douluo fled to Sunset City:
The hall master of Spirit Hall's Sunset City branch stood respectfully to the side while a healing-type Spirit Master did everything he could to save Thousand Jun Douluo.
During his full-speed escape, his arm had been mercilessly severed by Su Mutian's sword. If not for his superhuman reaction speed, that sword would have torn straight through his body!
But even so, he had still lost his right arm.
The moment he recalled that being named Diga, his heart could not help but shudder.
It was despair, making it difficult for him to ever muster the will to resist again.
This state of mind was exactly the same as Ghost Douluo's when he faced Tang Hao.
The painter displayed the portrait he had drawn before the pale-lipped Thousand Jun Douluo and said, "Elder, was that person's build like this?"
Thousand Jun Douluo gritted his teeth and nodded. At that moment, a pain like ten thousand ants gnawing came from the wound of his severed arm, and he could not help letting out a charming cry. "Oh~ hiss!"
The lord of Sunset