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

almost covered the entire white scroll due to the number of attacks hurled at Zen, but it

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

temporarily halted his attacks as he saw that all those strokes didn't even cause a scratch

emerged from the shaft of the brush. The ink at the tip of

"Take this! Demonic Strokes!"

his command, the ink brush started

of golden yellow strokes began covering the previous black stains, creating a messy artwork on the surface of

abundance of ink spilled everywhere, it was actually hard to tell

attacks would his form separate from

matter how savagely he was attacked by the brush-wielder, Zen still kept his calm, knowing that his superior physical strength would overcome every

a lot of

think that I'm done yet! You will

brush that was floating in the void suddenly disappeared, and what surfaced in place of it was a huge

might look simple and austere,

the scroll painting, but he could clearly sense the sharp aura that the graver was

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, he couldn't totally

Swoosh!

warning, the graver slashed down towards

Splat!

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