Others might not believe it.
But Zheng Xiu was utterly convinced that he had walked the Painter Path.
For one thing, every move he now made—aided by the Deceitful Object of the Prisoner Path and massively amplified by the Surprise Cage—was tinged with flowing, inky shadows that shifted with his emotions.
'Isn't that the perfect picture of a Painter?'
'Albeit a slightly more violent one.'
Kui Lang plucked his bowstring. Twelve long arrows shot through the air, and by the time the force transferred to the twelfth one, it was flying at a speed no Human could achieve.
The fletching screamed against the air as the arrow plummeted like a meteor, emitting a dazzling light and a piercing sound.
Stream of Light Arrow!
Kui Lang had once said this move, Twelve Linked, was passed down two hundred years ago by a master who had fired this shot using pure Archery.
SHIIING!
