"Damn it, seventh layer Golden Immortal—where did such a terrifying powerhouse come from?"
Wang Xiaoyun looked at the old man before him, so ancient he did not even have any teeth left, and cursed under his breath.
In the outside world, he had always maintained the image of a refined young gentleman. Yet now, even he could not stop himself from swearing.
"One stroke paints the realm; one stroke determines life and death. Die."
An incomparably vast, righteous aura erupted from Wang Xiaoyun's body. A black-and-white Taiji diagram suddenly appeared beneath his feet, with two black-and-white fish swimming within it.
He raised the brush in his hand and wrote the character for death before him. Then, with a light tap of the brush, the character shot forth like lightning and branded itself onto the old man's forehead in the distance.
The ease of it made a trace of astonishment flash through Wang Xiaoyun's eyes.
Yet the next moment, the old man charged at him as though nothing had happened.
"Damn it, I forgot you were already dead."
"Wield the brush to paint Yin and Yang—Yin-Yang Reversal."
Wang Xiaoyun cursed again. The book in his left hand was abruptly thrown out, forming a natural Yin-Yang Taiji Bagua Formation Diagram before him.
"Yin-Yang Reversal, reverse Yin and Yang."
Wang Xiaoyun swiftly formed hand seals, and at that moment, the golden brush merged into one with the book before him.
The old man flashed forward and appeared before Wang Xiaoyun, striking his palm toward the Yin-Yang formation diagram in front of him.
Boom...
A tremendous bang rang out, and ripples spread across the surface of the Yin-Yang formation diagram before Wang Xiaoyun.
Seeing this, Wang Xiaoyun inwardly let out a breath of relief. Fortunately, it hadn't—
Crack...
Before he could finish the thought,