The Journey to Demon Ridge

A Journey into the Demon Ridge

This tiger was as large as a house, its two heads bearing gleaming white fangs as it rode a reeking gale straight down at him.

Yet Zhang Sanxian, standing below, did not even raise his head. He merely plucked a string on the zither in his arms.

Twang!

A short, sharp note suddenly exploded through the valley.

The two-headed giant tiger, pouncing through midair, abruptly stiffened as though an invisible warhammer had smashed into its skull.

Its savage roar cut off at once, turning into a pained whimper as its enormous body crashed thunderously to the ground.

Meow!

After hitting the ground, black blood began streaming from all fourteen of the tiger's orifices.

Its limbs twitched a few times before it fell completely still.

Both clumps of its brain matter had been shattered by the zither note.

Although Night Rain Startles Strings had been created only recently by Zhang Sanxian, with the heaven-defying Grand Void Sword Soul supporting him—

—it was as though he had painstakingly trained this extraordinary sonic killing art for a hundred years.

In less than a single day, he had already brought it to an unfathomably wondrous realm.

Even compared with the Six-Fingered Demon Zither from that movie, it would not have fallen short in the slightest.

One day, if Zhang Sanxian could cultivate Night Rain Startles Strings to the realm where no zither surpassed having a zither—

—perhaps he might even make a guest appearance as Marvel's Black Bolt.

Of course, that was a matter for later.

What Zhang Sanxian cared about more right now was, "It actually dropped a fragment?"

Zhang Sanxian halted at once and turned to "look" at the giant tiger's corpse. "Could it be that this two-headed tiger had already become a demon? And this