"Like a pair of battling roosters are the Demon God and the River Lord, purple Qi comes from the east, breathing rainbows into the sky.
How to find a brush wielded by a master's hand, three thousand powerful crossbows shooting the tide down."
Half an hour ago, at the summit of Huabi Peak, Han Feng had ordered Fu Ke to grind the ink, and using a talisman brush, he wrote these twenty-eight characters.
Grinding the ink, Fu Ke stared at them without blinking!
Li Guanyu and the few other disciples of Huabi Peak present also kept their eyes fixed, terrified of missing a single detail that might prevent them from comprehending the Sect Master's talisman Dao and magic.
Chapter 137