Chapter 95: Brush Falls, Life and Death; Ink Splashes, Souls Perish!

In the center of the Ink Pool, a figure slowly rose.

Stepping on ripples, he wore an elegant long robe.

"Yo?"

Su Ming froze.

This guy, he actually had seen him before.

He was exactly one of the ten famous Artists who had performed on TV before!

"Artist!"

The Artist wore a perfect smile on his face, his gaze falling on Su Ming.

Carrying appreciation, and also a scrutinizing gaze like a cat toying with a mouse.

"Mr. Pure, your performance is full of primitive wildness; I admire it."

His voice was warm and smooth, as if attending an elegant salon together.

Rather than facing an executioner who had slaughtered several of his comrades!

"But, in the end it's too crude, lacking aesthetic sense."

The Artist shifted his tone, a hint of pity and regret flickering in his eyes.

"It's fine!"

"Now, let me……"

"Let me show you what true art is!"

Su Ming smiled.

The strange mask on his face, the curvature of his lips grew ever more sinister.

Art?

Can slaughter that treats human lives as weeds also be called art?

Good good good!

Then……

Turn you all into works of art!

The Artist raised his right hand and grasped at the air.

A brush condensed from thick ink appeared in response.

He waved it wildly into the void!

Hum——

The entire Ink World shuddered violently!

An irresistible terrifying pulling force erupted.

The darkness before Su Ming's eyes was instantly replaced by variegated colors……

He had already entered a brand‑new world!

One……

A painted world!

The sky was the off‑white of xuan paper.

In the distance, layered mountains faded into ink‑wash hues.

Underfoot, the ancient stone road was outlined in meticulous brushwork.

Even the air was suffused with the fresh scent of paper and ink ingots.

"A domain‑type ability…… interesting!"

Su Ming's eyes turned ice‑cold, his vigilance instantly maxed out.

On either side of the ancient road, countless pairs of scarlet eyes slowly opened in the shadows!

Hundred Demons Night Parade!

"Welcome to my world……"

"This painting, I call it……"

"Demonic Painting Scroll!"

The Artist's voice echoed from the Sky Vault, like that of a creator deity.

"Here, I am the law!"

Roar——!!!

A roar!

A giant dragon of ink, drawn with wild cursive strokes, thrust its ferocious head from behind the mountains and lunged wildly at Su Ming!

At the same time, within the shadows on both sides,

one after another, hideous paper‑cut figures wielding weapons.

transformed into a fearless army that surged forward in dense ranks!

Drawing the Dragon's Eyes!

Paper Cut into Soldiers!

Su Ming's eyes ice‑cold, he shifted his body and darted swiftly along the narrow ancient road.

It looked embarrassed, but in truth the eyes hidden beneath his mask had long been opened!

"Eye of Truth," operating at full power!

"Since this is a painted world, those fellows can't be killed off……"

"Using ink as soldiers also won't provide any blood or resentment……"

So…

He wants a swift, decisive strike, to dismantle!

He will break down every inch of the scroll world, every brushstroke, and dismantle it with crystal clarity!

"Hide?"

"In my world, where could you possibly hide?"

Above the Sky Vault, the Painter's mocking laughter echoed.

He waved his brush again.

No longer creating, but smearing!

His wrist twitched, a massive splash of ink poured down, and the distant mountains instantly turned into a chaotic ink-colored swamp!

In the swamp, countless Ghost Hands formed of ink surged out, reaching for Su Ming!

The ancient green stone path beneath his feet began to warp and melt.

It became a river of death, flowing with corrosive ink!

"Interesting."

Su Ming was not frightened; his fighting spirit rose even higher!

The more he witnesses these tactics, the more adept he will become in the future!

"Hmph!"

He let out a cold snort, planted his toe heavily on the soon-to-melt stone slab, and launched himself skyward like a cannonball!

"So-called art…"

"They are merely stepping stones for my path to enlightenment!"

However, awaiting him were the Painter's even more exquisite brushstrokes!

"Fine Brush·Soul Lock!"

In the air, countless fine ink lines materialized out of nowhere.

They formed sharp spiderwebs, instantly sealing off all of Su Ming's evasion space!

"It's over!"

"Become a lost soul under my brush, and be an eternal part of this unparalleled masterpiece!"

The Painter's voice was filled with delight and intoxication!

He truly yearned for these flawless works of art!

However.

Su Ming stopped evading and halted abruptly.

The strange mask on his face grew even more mocking.

Found it!

Just now, the Eye of Truth captured that fleeting flaw!

It wasn't the majestic Ink Dragon!

It wasn't the endless Paper Man!

Nor was it the ink lines that sealed heaven and earth!

But it was this scroll's…

Inscription!

In the most inconspicuous corner of the scroll world, at a mountain foot, atop a stubborn stone…

Engraved were two ink characters almost fused with the rock—

Painting!

This is the Painter's signature, the title of this painting!

It is the truth of this false world!

It is the vital point of that guy!

"Your art…"

Su Ming's voice was cold and indifferent.

"Full of flaws!"

The moment the words fell, he moved!

The Soul Dagger in his hand erupted with black vapor, disregarding the Rule and any hindrance!

He transformed into a streak of light, slashing the incoming ink threads into fragments!

Behind him, the Ink Dragon pursued, the Paper Man roared…

But none could catch that black streak of light!

"Swoosh!"

The Soul Dagger in Su Ming's hand precisely pierced that stubborn stone.

It struck the ink characters bearing "Painting"!

Pfft!

A soft sound.

The entire scroll world began to lose its colors!

"No… impossible!"

In the outside world, the Painter's perfect Smile Mask froze instantly.

He watched with wide eyes as that pure black streak of light flashed out from the shattered scroll…

In an instant, it pierced his brow!

The brushstroke births killing, the ink drenches dead souls!

"Millions of monsters in the painting?"

"Not even me, a single cold blade to prove the Dao!"

【Audience Expectation Value+158】!

The next second.

Above the world‑watching celestial canopy.

At the top of the purple leaderboard, a line of even more dazzling, more eye‑catching purple notice suddenly appeared:

【Pure】 successfully killed Twelve Heavenly King Artists — 【Danqing Miao Shou】!

【Danqing Miao Shou】's body vanished, and an ancient, rustic painting scroll quietly hovered in the air.

Su Ming immediately seized it into his hand.

【Name: Monster Painting Scroll (one of the Twelve Heavenly King Artifacts)】

【Quality: Legendary】

【Effect One】: 【Paint the Ground as Prison】! Can trap surrounding targets in the scroll's world, continuously draining mental energy! (After use, 【Monster Painting Scroll】 disappears!)

【Effect Two】: 【Tragic Comedy Play】! Collect all Twelve Heavenly King Artifacts, and they can be merged into 【Tragic Comedy Play】, gaining absolute control over the 【Theatre of Sorrow】!

Control the 【Theatre of Sorrow】!

Su Ming's heart hammered, his eyes blazing!

"The combat power of this plane…"

He and people worldwide all witnessed it!

Terrifyingly strong!

Isn't it just a set collection?

He really knows it well!

Su Ming directly stored the 【Monster Painting Scroll】 into the 【Dimensional Reduction Warehouse】, and plunged again into endless slaughter!

Continue killing!

Today, I must feed Xiao Heizi until he's full!