The moment the book fell into his hand, an incomparably pure, vast righteous aura erupted from Wang Xiaoyun's body.
Wang Xiaoyun raised a hand again, and the maid behind him presented him with a golden brush.
Holding the brush and book, Wang Xiaoyun now resembled a true great scholar.
"Kill."
Wang Xiaoyun wielded the brush and wrote a huge character for kill in the empty air before him. With a light tap, the character instantly transformed into a black-armored general wielding a long blade.
The general let out a roar, then strode up to a human cocoon and cleaved down with his blade, splitting it cleanly in two.
"One stroke paints rivers and lands, one stroke paints mountains and streams, one stroke paints a splendid realm of rivers and mountains."
Wang Xiaoyun abruptly opened the book in his hand. In an instant, a black-and-white painting appeared beneath his feet.
A scroll of splendid rivers and mountains unfurled, drawing in all the human cocoons around it one after another before grinding them to death.
Outside, Li Xiaoyao led several people into the main hall, only to see San Zang sitting cross-legged alone within it, his eyes closed in meditation.
"Hm? Why did you come out?"
At the sight of Li Xiaoyao's group, a trace of confusion flashed through San Zang's eyes.
"I know you're very strong—stronger than all three of them. But why are you so afraid? What exactly are you afraid of?"
Li Xiaoyao walked straight up to San Zang and questioned him.
His instincts told him that among this group, San Zang was the strongest.
Yet someone as powerful as San Zang had fled first. He could not understand what San Zang was so afraid of.
"The Mother-Child Gu isn't scary. What's scary is what the Mother-Child Gu controls."