Zheng Shi'an no longer looked at his opponent. He simply held the Jialan Flute in his hands and slowly began to play.
A melodious, clear sound rang out at once, carrying a hint of bewitchment as it gradually enclosed the twenty zhang around them in a barrier of sound.
Bai Shan furrowed his brow slightly. Was this his way of attacking? It was certainly unusual; in tens of thousands of years of cultivation, he had never seen anything like it.
As the flute notes continued to ripple through the air, an inexplicable dazed feeling welled up in Bai Shan's heart.
He snapped his head up, instantly alert, and looked at the flute in Zheng Shi'an's hands with some suspicion. This couldn't be an ordinary Chaos Exotic Item, or how could it affect even him?
Could it be a Chaos Spirit Item? But there wasn't the slightest trace of a Spirit of the Artifact! Still, instinct told him he couldn't let this continue. He immediately sprang up, shaped his hand into a claw, and lunged straight at his opponent.
Zheng Shi'an held the Jialan Flute and met Bai Shan's gaze. Suddenly, a soul-stirring light flickered in his eyes.
Bai Shan's speed abruptly faltered, and he slowed considerably!
His heart sank. He had underestimated this man's abilities after all. The flute in his hands was clearly a formidable treasure!
But in the next instant, a trace of unconcealed pride flashed in his eyes.
He had roamed Heaven's Will Space for so many years and defeated countless opponents of all kinds. There was no way he would lose to a Chaos Envoy!
He gave a low shout and said solemnly, "You're the first Chaos Envoy ever to make me draw the Wuji Sword. If you lose in the end, that will still be