Degrade from Nobility to a Humble Slave

Ever since he came into existence, the brush-wielder had regarded himself as the God of the Wall World, and he had a very strong obsession with it.

If the downgrader would really turn the entire world into a Wall World, then he couldn't be any happier. It was what he wished all along.

Originally, Zen wanted to persuade the brush-wielder into helping him.

However, as he heard all the crazy words that the brush-wielder had spouted, Zen knew that it would never happen. He was so disappointed and angry at the same time.

"Even if he really turns everything into a Wall World, what do you think would happen to you? Do you think he would let you live? Can't you see that you're just being manipulated too? Did you even see the miserable state that Cornelius ended up with?!" Zen wasn't able to contain his emotions as he tried to drill some sense into the brush-wielder.

"I don't care if I'm being manipulated! All I ever wished is the establishment of the Wall World!" the brush-wielder shouted as he closed his mind to everything that Zen was saying. "Too bad for you, I won't let you leave this place! You shall die here today!"

He knew that Zen possessed the ancestry-level bloodline, thus he didn't dare underestimate him. But right now, he would do everything in his power to eliminate him within the bounds of the Eternal Scroll Painting.

With that, a huge ink brush emerged above the Eternal Scroll Painting, which quickly sent down a stroke that sharply slashed towards Zen.

Whoosh!

As the brush slashed, a long trail of ink swept across the snow-white painting scroll.

At the same time, Zen instantly sensed that the strong force was about to slash his waist.

Fortunately, the Eternal Scroll Painting was not a real Wall World yet, meaning that Zen's body maintained its strength as it was in the third-grade world.

Before they waged the war against the Snake Spirit Sect, Zen's body had already been greatly strengthened by the ancestry-level bloodline. He could withstand even the most powerful physical attacks.

Slash! Swish! Whoosh!

rapid succession. He kept on slashing Zen over and over with his

the number of attacks hurled

is this? Is this the power of the ancestry-level bloodline? How could your

saw that all those strokes didn't even cause a scratch on

of golden lights emerged from the shaft

"Take this! Demonic Strokes!"

brush started

the previous black stains, creating

ink spilled everywhere, it was actually hard to tell where Zen was if he

moved slightly to dodge the attacks would his form separate from the

by the brush-wielder, Zen still kept his calm, knowing that his superior physical strength would overcome every attack thrown at him. Soon enough, the brush-wielder trembled in anger and frustration at the sight of Zen's undamaged body.

fact that he already poured a lot of effort,

yet! You will die

the ink brush that was floating in the void suddenly disappeared, and what surfaced

appearance might look simple and austere, but Zen perceived that it should be

moment, Zen couldn't see anything outside the scroll painting, but he could clearly sense the sharp aura

inside the painting, he couldn't do anything except dodging attacks. He was currently at the mercy of the brush-wielder. Although he might be able to dodge some of his attacks,

Swoosh!

graver slashed down towards Zen.

Splat!

trail of blood appeared on the scroll, covering the previous black and golden ink marks.