"Six Strokes Form Murder!" Prince Lan's eyes flashed, and the brush in his hand swiftly traced six strokes in mid-air!
As the six strokes fell, a vast character for "Kill" descended from the sky, striking towards Feng Wenjun.
"Get lost!" Feng Wenjun roared, swinging the folding fan in his hand. The black wind surrounding him swept out like a storm, shattering the "Kill" character of Prince Lan, and simultaneously sent Prince Lan flying backward, spitting blood, looking utterly battered and bruised!
Feng Wenjun soared from the original spot, surrounded by black wind, coldly and mercilessly gazed at Prince Lan, saying, "A brush is for writing, not for killing people!"
"You should study well!"
As Feng Wenjun spoke, he unfolded the folding fan and swung it downward. Black wind swept across the heavens, annihilating everything in its path!
"Wan Mie Shen Feng Spell!"
