World Within the Painting.
"Heh-"
After hearing Lin Qing's words, Zhang Xingming found them somewhat absurd. Anger stirred within him, but he could not be bothered to say more and merely sneered.
At the same time, the pressure of his Golden Core erupted with a roar, no longer held back in the slightest.
The tranquil scenery of this world was shattered. Streams surged backward, and mountain rocks split apart.
Beneath that pressure, Lin Qing's heart sank.
He had never faced the might of the Golden Core Realm alone before. Experiencing it now, he vaguely felt that his estimates had probably been somewhat optimistic.
The hand holding his painting brush trembled slightly, and he could not help marveling inwardly.
Just how had Junior Brother Song escaped alive from a Golden Core cultivator? And what means did he intend to use to stake his life against one-
This pressure was a tremendous deterrent to cultivators, but it had little effect on the Void-Aspect Dharma Body.
Perhaps sensing Lin Qing's strain, Void Aspect did not hesitate and seized the Heavy Ruler Heart Demon.
Buzzz-!
Demonic Flame surged over the Heavy Ruler. Profound golden patterns suddenly lit up across his body, and rather than retreat before that towering pressure, he advanced, sweeping the ruler viciously at Zhang Xingming with crushing force!
Zhang Xingming frowned and snorted coldly. He pointed a finger, and a concentrated streak of pitch-black Demonic Qi shot from his fingertip, striking the Heavy Ruler's edge despite being launched later.
Clang-!
The deafening clash resounded throughout the painted realm!
The ribbon of Demonic Qi dispersed upon impact, but a rippling shock wave of Demonic Qi spread from the point of collision.
Under that shock wave, the Void-Aspect Dharma Body's Demonic Flame shook violently, flickering as though it might collapse at any moment.