Back in Lu Town.
Zheng Xiu used blood as ink. Guided by his brush, beams of crimson light descended from the night sky. They formed a cage of twisted, bloody bars, completely sealing off the area around the inn.
"Drawing Prison!"
"Unbreakable!"
Zheng Xiu unleashed his power instantly. He first activated his [Unbreakable] state, then immediately began to paint again. His hand moved like lightning, the grotesquely twisted brush becoming little more than a whistling afterimage as it danced before him.
One by one, small, bloody swords materialized from nothing.
After Zheng Xiu had unleashed two consecutive moves, Fragrant Maiden, who was on the ground preparing to receive the Nascent Soul, was still focused intently on Mo Kuang. But Bai Qiuyue suddenly looked up, his mouth agape, at the single-winged figure in the sky and the overwhelming deluge of bloody sword shadows.
He silently prodded Fragrant Maiden with his bamboo pole.
"It seems we have a slight complication."
