Chapter 501: The Status of the Judge’s Brush! Power Projection? Laying It All Out!
The old Confucian scholar was stunned. He struggled with all his might, but found that he couldn’t move at all.
Li Yanchu pulled a brush from his bosom and directly pressed it against the old scholar’s forehead. The brush seemed almost sentient, as if of its own accord it wrote a large, bold “Seal” character on the old scholar’s forehead.
Then Li Yanchu stepped forward and took everything out of the old scholar’s bosom.
The old scholar’s eyes went wide, and he nearly spat up a mouthful of blood. He stared at the young Daoist as if he were staring at a ghost.
“You really are not a good person!” Li Yanchu’s expression darkened as he saw the glass bottle containing the bizarre eyeball.
With a wave of his hand, all of the old scholar’s possessions were swept into a Universe Pouch. Then he stepped forward and struck the old scholar unconscious with a palm. For a grandmaster of martial arts, knocking someone out was far too easy.
With a single punch, if he said he’d break three of your bones, he absolutely wouldn’t break a fourth; his control over his strength was almost unnaturally precise.
The little, delicately carved girl watched Li Yanchu’s fluid, effortless movements, her lips twitching slightly.
This person... is he a proper Daoist? she thought.
From appearance, though, he looked more like a wandering rogue, a martial vagabond who robbed villages.
Yet the White Marsh Demon Kingdom sovereign didn’t attack Li Yanchu; instead, she smiled at him.
There was something mischievous in his aura, and she rather liked it. Aura, of course, could be sensed, but most of the time, people judged by appearance. The sovereign of White Marsh Demon Kingdom found this young Daoist quite pleasing to look at.