At this moment, Witty Scholar had no time to consider what Su Shi'er was plotting, much less rebuke Su Shi'er for diverting disaster toward him.
The sword light was as swift as a startled swan. Su Shi'er's sudden dodge was no different from selling him out.
There was not the slightest bit of time or space left for him to evade.
Facing the sword light head-on was entirely different from merely resisting the sword intent's assault.
Any careless response could cost him his life.
"The Divine Might of Ink and Brush!"
With a loud shout, Witty Scholar rose from his seated position, sweeping away the frailty of his grave injuries. The aura around him surged sharply.
In the blink of an eye, the cultivation level he displayed climbed from the early Nascent Soul Stage to the late Nascent Soul Stage.
Fixing his gaze on the sword light before him, he made the brush in his hand dance rapidly as well.
For a time, the brush moved through his hand like pen and ink.
Drops of thick ink splashed outward and spread through the air, weaving together in the blink of an eye to form a space of ink wash.
Mighty True Yuan surged forth, drawing upon the ink that filled the sky and condensing it into a black current that met the incoming sword light.
The sky-blue sword light was not to be underestimated, yet once wrapped in that inky current, it was like a stone ox sinking into the sea.
After only a few breaths, the ink in the air faded from view, and the sky-blue sword light vanished without a trace.
Ten li away, Su Shi'er steadied himself in midair and turned to watch the scene before him.
There was not the slightest joy in his heart. What