Chao Yue stood on stage clapping. She then spoke.

"Truly wonderful calligraphy, Xiao Xu. Now, would anybody else like to come and show us the profundity of their Dao intent?"

Shao Shu began thinking to himself.

"Hah, from my past life I have read the most profound of all calligraphy! I know calligraphy with the most deepest Dao intent under the heavens!"

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Then, he spoke.

"I would like to come up and show my Dao intent!"

He walked up on the stage, and picked up the brush. After writing for a few minutes, he put it down.

He held it up and turned it to the crowd.

After a moment, Xiao Xu shouted from crowd.

"Hah, there is no Dao intent within this calligra- Hmm?"

Xiao Xu pondered for a moment, but then he suddenly exploded into a million pieces, splattering his blood over everybody in the room.