The white bull flicked its tail back and forth as if it did not care in the slightest. It even let out a cheerful call, then lowered its head, licked up a huge mouthful of insects from the ground, and began crunching them noisily.
The third sword chime lasted the longest—more than ten breaths—and was still faintly vibrating.
The black-cloud-like swarm of insects died in countless numbers. Before long, they were completely wiped out. The ground, the carriage, and the white bull were all blanketed in thick layers of insect corpses.
Inside the room, Lin Xin slowly lowered the Red Flower Sword, his expression slightly strange.
"Jade Echo of the fifth level of the Nine Mornings Song really is formidable..."
Just now, without even realizing it, he had broken through to the fifth level of the Nine Mornings Song.
This ancient art obtained from the Two-Faced Country was one of the techniques he cultivated alongside the Bell Sound Great Art. It was mainly used in actual combat.
When he had clashed with Wrathful Hero in sound arts earlier, this was the technique he had used.
Against different biological structures, he had used a sonic attack that did little harm to humans but was fatal to those insects.
Every level of the Nine Mornings Song was, in truth, an improvement in one's grasp of sound frequencies. Such improvement was also accompanied by a continual rise in one's own perception.
As spiritual energy churned through him, Lin Xin was about to slowly regulate his breathing.
Hiss...
Suddenly, an immense, invisible essence poured into his body.
It seemed to surge forth from the void around him, rootless and without source, yet carrying traces of bloodlust and killing intent.
"Life essence!?" Lin Xin's heart jolted. He knew that the Nether Prefecture's special ability had