All eyes were watching.
Zi Ling's hand shook the painting gently, and Venerable Shupu reappeared.
He stood beside Zi Ling, his expression indifferent, his face calm, looking toward Venerable Guan Xian and the others, undisturbed by ripples or waves!
"What? Venerable Shupu... drawn into a painting by her? How is that possible!"
"To achieve such a level in the Art of Painting... unless she could completely see through Shupu's Dao, but Shupu is a Venerable!"
"Impossible..."
Several Venerables were greatly shaken!
Although Nan Feng and others joining forces could now confront them head-on, none unnerved them as much as this purple-dressed young girl!
Unbeknownst to them, she could draw a Venerable into a painting, too bizarre.
Impossible to guard against.
"Shupu, don't you yet strike, destroy this demoness!"
Venerable Wen Yin let out a loud cry!
Venerable Shupu, upon hearing this, indeed raised his hand in an instant.
And then...
A palm strike aimed at Wen Yin!