"A phony Great Scholar?"
The man in white flinched as if he'd been stabbed. A surge of Qi and Blood rushed to his head, turning his face crimson.
"How dare you insult me so, scoundrel?"
With an angry roar, his True Power erupted, vast and mighty. The white whip in his palm shortened, transforming into a large white brush that sketched through the Void.
"There is a righteous qi in the world, taking myriad forms. Below, it becomes the rivers and the mountains!"
With a single stroke—RUMBLE!
A torrent of ten thousand streams surged from the Void, a deluge of vapor like billions of tons of river water crashing down toward Qin Feng.
