In an ethereal landscape, everything seemed both real and illusory, like a dream wrapped in mist.
Although it was merely a Shadow in the Painting, a flower in a mirror, its beauty was undeniable if one ignored its slightly artificial nature.
But this picturesque scenery was being reduced to endless, sprawling ruins under the force of their terrifying attacks.
A shocking vista of desolation, steeped in terror and decay.
"You... are all killable."
After sliding his fingers across the blade of his Cold Moon Sword, Shen Bai spoke those words slowly. His voice was like ice from the depths of the earth, sending a shiver down one's spine.
Abbot Xuanzhen and the others were all stunned, unable to process what they had just heard.
They even wondered if they had misheard him.
'Us?'
'Killable?'
The Qi Huang Taoist pointed at Shen Bai and roared with laughter. "You arrogant little brat! The Jianghu has given you too much fame. You've forgotten your actual limits."
