"Rain Lotus Prince..." Young Master Lan had retreated a thousand kilometers by this point. When he looked up and saw Rain Lotus Prince blasted to pieces by Shi Jiamu's divine ability, he was genuinely terrified. But then, a sliver of fury appeared in Young Master Lan's eyes!
"Rain Lotus Prince died saving me. I must avenge her!" Young Master Lan glared viciously at Feng Wenjun and Shi Jiamu. A flash of spiritual power flickered in his hand as he cut open his wrist, and blood trickled down his palm onto his calligraphy brush!
"Blood as ink!"
"Heaven and earth as paper!"
"The starry sky as the formation!"
"Today, I shall create a painting. Within it lie a thousand and ten thousand killing intents, a million mighty soldiers, a hundred thousand immortals and Buddhas, and a hundred thousand Gods and Devils. Whoever enters the painting shall suffer the agony of ten thousand arrows piercing the heart and the torment of being torn apart by five horses!"
Young Master Lan waved his calligraphy brush, his face solemn and furious. The brush paused and moved repeatedly through the void, and a vast momentum of heaven and earth suddenly unfurled!
"Please enter my painting!" When Young Master Lan finished the painting, he swept his brush and drew Shi Jiamu and Feng Wenjun into it. In an instant, Shi Jiamu and Feng Wenjun vanished from midair.
At that moment, Young Master Lan also disappeared from midair.
"Hm?" Lin Bai's eyes flashed as he stared at the scene before him in shock.
Lin Bai tried to investigate, but he could not find the slightest trace!
At that very moment, four men and women arrived one after another from the distant sky. They happened to witness Rain Lotus Prince being killed by Shi Jiamu.
These four were