[Seven Emotions, Heavenly Wrath]
Shen Xinzhu slowly pressed both hands down into the void, her hair dancing wildly in the wind. Her ten fingers lightly plucked, and a magnificent zither melody of unknown origin rang between heaven and earth, piercing straight into the soul.
Even Lu Wu-bing felt his heart twitch slightly upon hearing that zither note.
[Using Heaven as the Zither, the Seven Emotions as Strings]
Hearing the resonance within that note, he understood. Senior Sister Xinzhu's [String of Wrath] had trembled, replacing Heaven's heart with her own. So long as one stood within her attack range, there was absolutely no avoiding it; one could only endure it head-on.
It was Lu Wu-bing's first time seeing Shen Xinzhu reveal such chilling killing intent.
In the past, whenever she made a move, she had always provided support from the shadows and never acted as the main force.
First, because she lacked confidence. Second, because she considered herself nothing more than a gynecologist who healed the sick and saved the dying, and had never imagined facing another person in a fight to the death.
Of course, there was one even more important reason.
Although she loved music and was most skilled at playing the zither, in her subconscious, she could never escape the belief that the Seven Emotions Heavenly Sound came from the Heavenly Sound Hall of the demonic sects, a craft that could not bear the light of day.
No matter how she explained it to herself, it was ultimately demonic music that bewitched the mind, harming others and herself alike.
This complicated emotion of both resisting and relying upon it might have brought Shen Xinzhu's zither art to its pinnacle.
Yet the conviction in her heart had never been so firm.
Unless she had absolutely no other choice, she