The evil thought pondered that although this King Shang's portrait was extraordinary, it was, after all, just a dead object.
A mere dead object, it did not believe it could truly protect Lin Yuan completely.
The evil thought transformed into karmic fire, crashing toward Lin Yuan like a meteor falling to the ground.
As long as it could hit Lin Yuan, it could instantly turn him into ashes.
However, at this critical moment...
The King Shang's portrait moved, not in a way that it swayed with the wind.
Instead, it was the King Shang within the painting that moved.
The King Shang, clad in bronze armor and holding a bronze sword, lifted the sword high into the air.
Suddenly...
With a "clang," the sword hummed.
With one stroke, the world changed color.
This sword was the sword of a king, the sword of a conqueror.
There was no trace of the Power of Rules in this sword move, yet it exuded an unmatched might.
It was as if this sword could cleave the heavens and earth apart.
