Illusion Targeting Qian Renxue

"You're a little stronger than her, just enough to get some practice."

Qian Cheng's voice remained calm, devoid of any extra emotion.

"Mm!"

Qian Renxue nodded. Her magnificent six wings suddenly beat, and she darted lightly before the Sea Witch like a streak of light.

"The fights between those stinking men are far too bloody. How about we keep things more civilized?"

The Sea Witch's tone carried a hint of laziness, but her gaze quietly sharpened as she made her preparations in secret.

"How would we keep it civilized?"

Qian Renxue raised a brow, her voice tinged with curiosity.

"I'll play you a tune. If you can listen until the end, I'll admit defeat. How does that sound?"

The Sea Witch lightly flicked her left hand.

A short black flute was already firmly clasped in her hand.

Its surface was carved with wave patterns, as though it contained some mysterious power.

"Come on, then!"

Qian Renxue's voice remained indifferent, yet it carried an unhurried confidence.

"Listen to your funeral dirge!"

The Sea Witch's voice abruptly turned cold.

A clear, chilling flute melody instantly drifted from the short flute, as if it had come from the distant depths of the sea, carrying bone-piercing cold.

At first, the melody sounded gentle and soothing. Yet upon closer listening, it was like ice and snow falling from the sky in the depths of winter.

It dyed everything between heaven and earth a pure yet frigid white, and even the air seemed to freeze beneath the sound of the flute.

More terrifyingly, the melody contained an extraordinarily pure and tyrannical spiritual power.

Like countless fine needles, it silently pierced through the air and gradually seeped into Qian Renxue's mind.

This demonic sound, infused with the resentment of the deep sea, was an unsolvable lethal poison