Ning Xiaochuan had not expected to encounter the Ten Thousand Sound Fairy Queen so soon. He had truly witnessed her power with his own eyes.
She played a piece of music that could travel a thousand miles and condense into wind, effortlessly rescuing the Heavenly Sound Sect's martial artists.
Ning Xiaochuan had calculated the time. Although they had flown a thousand miles inside the tent, it had taken less than half an hour. Their speed had been incredibly fast, making it feel more like they had traveled through a spatial tunnel.
Such methods exceeded Ning Xiaochuan's understanding of his current martial cultivation. They had reached a level so unfathomable that calling her a "demon" would not have been excessive.
"Quehan, kill this Imperial Court commander for me. I will use his head to honor the Heavenly Sound Sect disciples who have died, and make the Imperial Court lackeys repay their blood debt with blood." The Ten Thousand Sound Fairy Queen's voice was clear and beautiful, yet cold, without the slightest trace of human warmth.
To the Ten Thousand Sound Fairy Queen's left, a woman holding a pipa glanced at Ning Xiaochuan. Her body abruptly vanished from where she stood.
Ning Xiaochuan's heart jolted. The Ten Thousand Sound Fairy Queen truly was as ruthless as the rumors claimed—she killed whenever she pleased, without giving the other party any chance to speak.
The pipa-carrying woman moved with astonishing speed. She appeared above Ning Xiaochuan's head, her five snow-white fingers pressing down on heavenly silkworm strings so thin they were almost invisible to the naked eye. As her fingers lightly plucked the pipa strings, a murderous current of air surged forth.
She was fast, but Ning Xiaochuan was faster. He transformed into a Seven-Colored Streamer and shifted sideways more than thirty meters.
Boom!