"Senior Brother!"
Master Gou dragged away the five cultivators who had lost all their cultivation. Their shrill cries called out to Gong Shangyu, the strongest of the younger generation.
But Gong Shangyu was indifferent by nature and utterly absorbed in the Way of Music. If not for his sect's orders, he would not have wanted to come at all.
He cultivated a rare sonic technique and excelled at attacking groups. It attacked not only enemies but allies as well, never distinguishing between friend and foe.
Of course, he had no way to distinguish between them. He could not control the sound waves so that they would spread to only one target.
Thus, even he would be affected. If he wanted to avoid injury, he could only use the corresponding method of dispelling the technique and adapt to its frequency.
At that moment, he ignored the junior brothers being dragged away and began playing High Mountains and Flowing Water.
The sound of the qin trickled gently, but this time Mo Qiong did not dare delay any longer.
Just as before, when the qin music first appeared, it had no power yet. Taking advantage of the hidden force not having erupted, Mo Qiong sent a flying sword slicing through the air.
Mo Qiong's flying sword was more like an arrow. All his magical power went into accelerating it, with no thought given to control. As it charged straight toward Yellow Dragon, he seemed not to intend to retrieve the sword at all.
Clang!
The ancient qin was pierced through in an instant, its strings completely severed!
The flying sword did not slow down. It pierced through Gong Shangyu as well. But Gong Shangyu naturally had a treasure armor protecting him. He casually pulled out the flying sword, not even leaving a wound