The painting looked quite ordinary, with no trace of spiritual fluctuations, and it didn't seem like an extraordinary magical artifact at all.
"What is this?" Upon seeing the painting, everyone couldn't help but laugh.
"Has Ethan Smith gone mad? Does he think this piece of scrap paper can withstand the power of Martial Saint?"
"Haha, this is just a desperate attempt; he must have gone crazy."
Mockeries from the surroundings flooded in, as everyone unanimously believed that Ethan was sputtering in desperation.
Even Ms. Hayward had a rare smile on her face.
"Just wait and watch." Only the man with the mustache chuckled coldly.
He stared intently at the painting and sneered, "These fools, of course, don't know what a treasure this is. The power of Martial Saint? That's nothing!"
As everyone laughed, the painting suddenly emitted a bizarre glow!
Then, waves of terrifying and gloomy aura surged out!
