The square-faced elder had already finished writing, but he did not stop his brush; instead, he began to paint.
Ling Tianyu could only grit his teeth and face the challenge; there was no way around it—defeat had not been conceded, and he could still hold on.
What the square-faced elder painted was a scene of ten thousand horses galloping, each horse extremely robust, with long and powerful limbs, and spirited eyes—so lifelike they seemed to be real horses.
Ling Tianyu painted an ancient general, brandishing a long sword, imposing and majestic. Unfortunately, halfway through, he could not keep up; he was at the end of his rope. His spiritual power was not lacking, but the vast gap in cultivation level was insurmountable.
This square-faced elder was not like the previously mentioned white-browed elder, whose strength was boosted by elixirs; this elder's power was genuinely earned through cultivation.
