The Exposure of the Mastermind, Ning Zheng Becomes Alert

The painter's brows drew tighter and tighter as he looked at them. "Come over here. Explain your talents and what you specialize in."

A while later, the painter's mind was in utter turmoil. It took him several seconds to calm down before he accepted this absurd, laughable reality.

So I hid in the shadows, went to all that trouble to set an ambush, and ended up painting a bunch of useless trash?

One had to understand that the energy of every powerful being had to come from somewhere.

He had to use vast amounts of heavenly treasures to make ink, paper, and brushes. Painting a lifelike Transforming Self Realm being would cost an enormous price.

But what had he painted now?

A bunch of good-for-nothings who possessed only the combat power of the Transforming Self Realm.

Their energy consumption was at the Transforming Self Realm level—the highest possible—but their brains were at the Five Bodies Realm level—the lowest possible combat level.

He had spent the most money to paint the most useless people.

He even doubted whether they could bring out one percent of their body's combat power.

What barely comforted him was that their intelligence was at least decent. Their original personalities, intelligence, and logical foundations were not bad.

That was all he could do to comfort himself.

"I really took a huge loss."

He fell silent inwardly.

This might have been a scheme targeting him from the very beginning!

Knowing that he was a painter who secretly painted, someone had deliberately found a batch of trash pretending to be powerful experts to set this trap, making them appear strong and astonishing.

They had put on astonishing battles against Xin Xichen and the Divine Statue Era, deepening the labels of being powerful, wise, and exceptionally talented again and again.