Killing an expert of the same realm was like slaughtering chickens and dogs. An existence that made fighting across cultivation levels to kill enemies seem like child's play. In his impression, there was only one person capable of such a feat.
CLANG—
The sound of a zither rose, stirring the soul with its fierce passion. Qin Guangling held his instrument and played, a masterful rendition of the Mountain and River Hundred Battles Song unfolding.
In an instant, everyone's fighting spirit soared to the heavens, their internal mana surging by severalfold. Their combat power leaped higher and higher.
"Kill!" Li Xuanqi was the first to react. She moved with a sublime grace, a silver moon materializing behind her, pure and sacred. She was like a Fairy from Guanghan, poised ethereally in the air.
