Scarlet blood showered down like water—Huang Cheng had died and had been torn apart along with the golden armor on his body. Before this peerless painting scroll, his so-called armor was no different from a straw mat.
Not far in the distance, the youth wearing bronze armor was shaken—he had witnessed everything clearly. Chu Feng had killed Huang Cheng with his bare hands, using a peerless painting scroll to defeat all attack methods of the visualization realm.
This kind of accomplishment was world-shaking!
Just what kind of painting scroll was that?
Unfortunately, he hadn't seen it clearly. He only saw dozens of stars erupt with light and it seemed as though there were silhouettes of certain life forms within them. They emitted a frightening suppressive might.
Just a single flash and that terrifying painting scroll had receded back into Chu Feng's body.
In truth, he had made a vague guess, but he didn't want to believe it. That was because the possibility was too crazy!
