Ouyang stretched out her right hand, her jade fingers slender and delicate. In terms of looks, she was slightly inferior to Peacock and Qin Yan, but a beauty's allure did not lie solely in her face. Ouyang's pair of delicate hands was absolutely the most beautiful among all the women.
Her ten fingers were long and fine, fair and tender like spring onions fresh from the water.
As for that Seven-Stringed Zither, no one knew what material it had been made from. It was exquisite and compact, cradled in Ouyang's left arm, while the jade fingers of her right hand had already rested lightly on the strings.
She plucked...
Beautiful notes immediately rippled through the air, like the clear ding-dong of spring water, so wondrous that one could not help wanting to close their eyes.
Who said killing had to draw blood?
Ouyang's Sound Wave Technique could shatter the soul and shake the spirit, yet the notes she played were extraordinarily gentle, able to send someone's soul back to the underworld before they even realized it.
Moreover, unlike other secret arts, the Sound Wave Technique was a rather special divine ability. Not only was its power no small matter in single combat, it also produced eye-catching results in group attacks.
The remaining two thousand cultivators were relatively strong, but facing the swarming Jade Luo Bees, they could no longer hold out. Now, with the Sound Wave Technique added on, the speed at which they fell was practically like a flood bursting through a collapsed dam.
Wu Yun'er was not idle either. With a flick of her sleeve, that immortal sword as thin as a cicada's wing flew out. Cold light flashed again and again, and blossoms of blood burst one after another in the sky. In only a few breaths,