In the torrential downpour, a scholar dressed in white stood there, starkly at odds with his surroundings.
That was Zhuge Yuan—the once-dead Zhuge Yuan, whom Li Huowang had resurrected with the Spinal Bone Sword.
Zhuge Yuan took a sweeping look around and quickly understood what had happened. He held his long-handled writing brush, dabbed it lightly in the color red, then gripped it tightly and slashed fiercely at the chicken-footed people before him.
At that moment, the brush in Zhuge Yuan's hand was like the pen of the Underworld's Judge. Wherever it touched, the chicken-footed people fell to the ground, lifeless. The incense within the incense burners was extinguished in an instant, never to be lit again.
Zhuge Yuan turned to face Li Huowang. "Brother Li, it has been a long time. I trust you are well?"
