"Gentlemen, listen... to the wind sing!"
Jiang Man had endured numerous attacks, all within a single instant.
And he had shouted those words within a single instant, too.
The instant his voice rang out, the word "sing" thundered deafeningly, piercing the heavens, its echoes lingering throughout the world.
To him, shouting three words or six made no difference.
Because the Six Great Evil Gods paid no attention to the first three words.
He could say as many words as he wanted.
Only when he reached "listen" did those across from him truly strike.
It made no difference where "listen" fell in the sentence.
The moment that word appeared was the most dangerous moment.
Even if he had shouted "listen to you talk," they would have struck.
They would not allow such a potential danger to arise.
Everything began with the word "listen."
Otherwise, why had he been able to say so much beforehand?
And he liked shouting those six words precisely because Ting Fengyin would definitely hear them.
For someone who loved showing off as much as he did, that sentence would certainly be even more deafening than the simple three words, piercing through all things, Heavenly Secrets, and karma to reach his ears.
Only this could break through the blockade here.
And win a thread of life.
And now...
The wind rose.
Jiang Man stood at the center of the wind, covered in blood, his body riddled with gaping holes. The aura of his Great Dao had long since perished, and he swayed on his feet.
Blood seeped from his eyes because of his grave injuries, and his face had become contorted as well.
At first, it had been from ruthlessness; later, from excruciating pain.
The pain of his Great Dao being ground away, his power being crushed, and