Chapter 931: Human Sages Reside In My Paintings
Ink Toad King’s true form was the Disaster-class Stranger, the Frigid Day Ink Toad. Usually born in the far north where it was cold and bitter, it was one of the coldest and most yin Strangers in the world. The Frigid Day Black Water contained inside its body could freeze anything and everything. The particularly powerful ones could even freeze space and time itself. It was exceedingly dangerous to say the least.
It was at this moment the man brandishing a saber and stroking his horse next to Fang Muyun suddenly frowned and bowed his head. At the same time, unbridled bloodthirst flashed in his eyes.
If a Bodhisattva’s eyebrows are furrowed, Vajrapanis glare with anger.
If I bow my head, the heavens break, and the earth is torn asunder.
The moment the sabersman bowed his head, sounds of breaking began appearing in the sky and under the earth. A breeze started, and the clouds began moving again as if the world had regained its vitality.
“Look down, and evils die.
One swing, and eternal peace is restored.”
The next moment, the sabersman swung his saber downward.
There was no technique, no magic, not even a change in direction. It was a plain and basic vertical slash.