The Painter: I Am Your New Master

"Fuck!"

"Fuck!!"

The blacksmith was pinned to the ground on the spot, unable to move. He was so frightened that his eyes bulged, his face went pale, and he nearly wet himself.

Jiu Cai Rong was utterly dumbfounded. He had led them in doing this on a sudden impulse.

There were many reasons for it.

First, they had just used this same trick to analyze the plan, show off to the air, and flush out Emperor Fuxian—and it had worked perfectly.

Against these sinister hidden schemers, who might have all kinds of ways to spy on you, probing the Divine Window was worth trying. Even if it failed, they would lose nothing.

Second, they really were completely drunk.

A group of brothers had been boasting and drinking together, all woozy and muddled. They always liked doing things just to save face, so wasn't it perfectly normal for them to team up and put on a show?

They had actually blasted the hidden boss out!

Rumble!

The Divine Window flickered wildly.

On the transparent glass window, human figures gradually emerged.

The figures above were like silhouettes on a window drenched in rain and mist, extremely indistinct. They seemed to be holding a brush and painting, creating an epic masterpiece of them.

The Painter's expression was cold. How could he fail to guess that these people were trying to trick him?

But even though he knew it was an Open Scheme, he would still make his move.

"Forget it, forget it. I had planned to prepare a little longer, painting your portraits one by one and perfecting your spirit and bearing before taking the place of your original bodies. But since you're being so arrogant, I'll send you on your way ahead of time."

In an instant, the earth shook and the