Chapter 333: Whose Life Shall I Ruin?
The White-Robed Scholar looked up at the sky pouring down rain.
His body was already soaked through.
As the rain relentlessly pelted his face, he studied the shape of the sky and clouds and concluded this wasn’t the kind of rain that would let up easily.
He glanced back down at hell...
The Master of Haomun was dancing with a sword in hand like a man gone mad.
Was that internal deviation, or simple madness?
Watching from here, it looked more like a struggle to overcome madness. Or maybe a desperate attempt to live joyfully, no matter what. Whatever the reason, it was clear this man wasn’t just your average lunatic.
“The maddest man of all ages.”
He was also a living research subject. Even the strength of his martial arts changed depending on his mental state. Despite watching with his own eyes, the White-Robed Scholar couldn’t comprehend how the Four Heavenly Kings had been butchered. In the end, it seemed like the sword was swinging inside a violet mist—too hazy to analyze. Not even the path of the sword was visible.
Zaha Divine Art...
The White-Robed Scholar watched the Master of Haomun dance and fight among the ghosts as he strolled leisurely across the rooftop and rooftiles.
It’d be a shame if he died...