Lin Su had laid a grand chessboard beneath the Painting Sage Sacred Family.
One sword, two kills!
First, he would use the devilish Moon Shadow to kill the Holy Lord of the Painting Sage Sacred Family.
Second, he would use the Holy Hall's hand to eliminate the devilish Moon Shadow.
From an ordinary person's perspective, Lin Su's scheme was bound to succeed, because the Holy Lord of the Painting Sage Sacred Family was practically the Painting Sage's own son, a pillar the Painting Palace had planted in the mortal world.
If the Painting Sage Sacred Family flourished, the Sacred Hall Painting Palace gained face.
If the Holy Lord was taken out by a devil, it would be a slap sweeping across tens of millions of li through the void, landing directly upon the Third Heaven.
Could the Painting Palace endure that?
Could the Painting Sage endure that?
Therefore, those above had to respond forcefully. Otherwise, your branch of the Painting Dao would become the laughingstock of the Literary Dao.
That was ordinary people's logic. Did Lin Su have the same judgment?
Of course he did!
He also hoped his judgment was correct. He hoped a Sage would act and sever this root of calamity. After all, this hidden devil was truly too dangerous. Even the Holy Lord of the Painting Sage Sacred Family had been killed without suspense. If Demonic Lure was on him, Lin Su would likewise be doomed beyond doubt.
This hidden Moon Shadow might not have been the strongest opponent he had ever faced, but it was undoubtedly the most perilous—because it simply did not reason with Lin Su. When it came to reasoning and rules, Lin the Great Shit-Stirrer could stir others until they were dizzy and disoriented. But if the other side refused to reason,