Scholar

Color, hue—Li Huowang lost every color on his body.

Looking down at himself, now left with only black and white, Li Huowang pulled out a dagger and slit his palm. The blood that flowed out was not bright red, but pitch-black.

Clearly, this was not something as simple as a Blinding Method. It was some sect's bizarre divine power.

"Jade Purity Seizes Essence, Great Brahma Divides Spirit, Primordial Gang Flows and Evolves, Star Pearls Secure the Realm, Long Yang Dispels Yin, Mid-Origin Conceals Shadow!"

As an aged voice sounded beside Li Huowang's ear, the black on his body gradually receded, and his entire body turned an eerie white.

And as the colors faded, even the contours of his features began to waver and collapse.

Li Huowang turned toward the voice and saw an Old Scholar with a Lun Jin on his head, a purple robe embroidered with green patterns, and a flowing black beard.

One hand hovered over the long sword at his waist, one held a feather fan, and one held a brush, rapidly painting Li Huowang onto a scroll hanging in midair.

Li Huowang did not know who this three-handed scholar was or which sect he belonged to, but the black cloth on his shoulder proved whose side he was on. There was nothing more to say.

Obviously, the dragon vein would naturally be guarded. It would have been stranger if no one had been guarding it.

"Whoosh!" Li Huowang raised the Spine Sword and hurled it with all his might. A fissure shot toward the other side at incredible speed.

"Clang~!" A massive Guan Dao hung with black tassels crashed down, cleaving apart the fissure that was spraying bizarre water.

It was a general eight chi tall, standing in front of the scholar in magnificent splendor. He