Don’t Mess with the Local Powerhouses
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Qing Xuan and her grandfather stared at the painting dumbly, thinking they were dreaming. 'The Dragon Wave Sect is gone…just like that?'
First, Shi Turiming took out a branch and battled with a Wisdom Elite. Next, this young woman in front of them only had to stand there for her opponent's Origins Ultimate Treasure to rebel against its master. Then, with a few strokes, she turned them into a painting?! Each event was more shocking than the previous one. Their brains were still reeling from the previous shock.
"Do whatever you want with this painting. You can even wipe them all out by ripping it to shreds," said Shi Tuqin, pulling them back to the present.
Qing Xuan accepted the painting in a trance, not really believing that the fate of her mortal enemies was now in the palm of her hands.
"Th…thank you, Goddess. I, Lin Yufeng, owe you my life," said Qing Xuan's grandfather.