Li Xiao could control other people's shadows and use them to wield their Transcendence abilities.
He took control of his own shadow, then used its [Fated Hit] to break free of the effect.
Painter narrowed his eyes. It seemed the kid wasn't entirely useless.
Just as well. Now nobody will notice how much I'm holding back.
"As expected of the Black King's disciple! You actually broke free of my [Fated Hit]!" Painter declared, deliberately raising his voice for the people pursuing him to hear.
"Forcing me to use Shadow Court proves you're worthy of your place among the Ten Kings," Li Xiao said from atop the Shadow Throne, looking down at him.
Painter's face darkened, and he barely resisted the urge to beat him senseless.
He scanned his surroundings, considering his options. He had to throw the situation into chaos and draw the Chief Judge and Lord Ten Thousand Woods over to stir things up. Only then could he find a chance to let Li Xiao escape.
Suddenly, his eyes lit up. He had spotted the distant munitions factory!
I've got it!
"What? Looking for an escape route?" Li Xiao asked coolly.
Painter: "..."
I'm looking for an escape route for you, you fucking idiot! Fuck!
"Die!!!"
Painter attacked in anger. The tip of the Ebony Paintbrush in his hand suddenly burst with hundreds upon thousands of silver threads as he thrust it hard toward Li Xiao.
Li Xiao snorted. "Bring it on!"
Hundreds of shadow soldiers raised their spears and charged.
Their features were indistinct and hideous, like demons and asuras that had crawled out of hell.
But when the silver threads touched them, these shadow soldiers formed from a Transcendence ability melted at an astonishing speed, like snow beneath the blazing sun.
Li Xiao was secretly alarmed. *Damn