"Do you really think you could imprison me with just a painting? You seriously underestimate me,"
With a cold snort, Fang Yang stretched out his hand and violently grasped at the sky.
Rip!
The sky, originally covered with rolling dark clouds and lashed by torrential rain, was instantly torn open by a rift.
Countless droplets of ink trickled down.
And then, the entire world began to collapse.
Swoosh swoosh, swoosh swoosh.
The rain continued to fall relentlessly.
Fang Yang took a step forward and instantly walked out from the ink painting. The painting, which claimed to seal everything, was extremely weak and fragile in front of him, unable to withstand a single blow.
Before departing, he looked up at the sky once more, a slight smile tugging at the corner of his mouth, his face outlined with a cold smirk as he spoke indifferently.
"Pear Garden, if you dare show up again, I shall obliterate you completely."
...
In Kyoto, inside the Pear Garden!
