Chapter 592 — Painting Mountains and Rivers with a Brush
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 4 of 4
" Shen Mu withdrew his primordial spirit and said in a low voice, "We have terrain to hold! This very abyss of Wuwang City! " The Butcher laughed heartily. "Right—here, we block those little demons!
" Bashan the Libationer said, "Teacher, how do we block them? " Suddenly everyone turned to look at the Deaf Elder. "The Imperial Preceptor of Jingping once said that there is one man who can match a million-strong army.
The Imperial Preceptor honors him as the Painting Sage and built the Painting Sage Pavilion at the Grand Academy to pay him homage!
" The Butcher's gaze flickered and settled on the Deaf Elder.
He said in a low voice, "This man is peerless in both calligraphy and painting.
In the battle at Crimson Dragon City, he wiped out a hundred thousand of the Imperial Preceptor's divine-power wielders outright.
Now, Crown Prince Tiantu, how much has your strength grown since those days? " The Deaf Elder took out a painting brush and gave it a light shake; the brush became as large as a roof beam.
He said calmly, "With this brush I paint rivers and mountains, fashion worlds, and create gods—will that do? "