Sword light crowded the sky, fine as ox hair and like drifting rain, flashing in and out of sight without pattern.
At a glance,
there were no fewer than hundreds upon thousands!
That eerie radiance lit the entire hall through in an instant, its presence chilling, washing the surrounding rocks, trees, and grasses in a frosty hue that made hearts tremble.
Yet the zither's melody remained unchanged, its rhythm flowing with elegance, clear and murmuring, like distant spring on Penglai, like secluded, winding valleys.
Listening closely, one heard sea breezes and azure clouds, moonlight shining over nighttime islets...
When that sharp challenge rang out, Chen Heng's expression scarcely changed. He merely laughed and said,
"I've done it. What do you intend to do about it?"
The man's face darkened like still water at those words. Before he could erupt, however, several members of the great clans could bear it no longer. Eager to act, they shouted,
"Insolent madman! How dare you draw weapons! Everyone, attack together! Seize him and hand him over to the Masters of Luo-Cloud Peak for judgment!"
Those words instantly ignited their emotions.
Like cold water thrown into a pan of boiling oil, they provoked a thunderous chorus of agreement!
More than half the people in the hall raised their fingers to form seals.
Some commanded talisman artifacts, others unleashed Dao arts, while still others released the demon spirits and fiendish pets they kept in their sleeve pouches, all attacking Chen Heng together!
In an instant, a succession of explosions capable of splitting mountains and shattering stone rang through the hall. Spiritual currents churned wildly, and colored light blazed.
Bricks and stones immediately crumbled to powder. Whirling currents surged outward with rumbling force, their momentum formidable!
Facing that ferocious assault, Chen Heng did not dodge. A trace