"Impossible!"
The Hehuan Sect's Yun Yuhong's face paled with shock. She cried out, "How could he alone break through the combined attack of the seven of us?"
Granny Hundred Flowers let out a cry of alarm. "We can't let him leave alive!"
Dantai Wuye looked toward Ouyang Xuanfeng of the Mystic Heaven Sect and shouted coldly, "We can't hold back any longer, or we'll be the ones at a disadvantage next."
Even Nangong Tianyu of East Sea Flying Immortal Island no longer looked as serene as before. Her brows knitted together as she watched what was unfolding before her.
His hands caressed the strings, and a clear, piercing cry burst from Wang Xian's lips.
It was like the pure cry of a young phoenix, and more like an enraged dragon roaring from the heavens above, its voice shaking heaven and earth.
In an instant, the zither became a battlefield of clashing weapons and charging warhorses.
The wind howled, his black hair flying like a battle flag before the troops.
His hands swept over the strings, his sleeves billowing in the wind with a fierce, snapping sound.
Threads of Sword Qi continuously shot from the zither strings.
Amid the clanging notes, the ground ten zhang before Wang Xian was carved with furrows, as though slashed by blades. Kunlun's Dantai Wuye was so startled that he had no choice but to retreat three zhang.
The blades and swords in the hands of the fifty thousand troops before him seemed to sense the call of that sound between heaven and earth. In an instant, they rang out, eager to break through the wind and fly away.
On the walls of Jinling Ferry, the twenty thousand troops burst into cries of alarm.
Even the blades and swords in their hands seemed, in that moment,