"Clang Clang!"
Li Chen's fingers, as fair as a woman's, plucked the zither strings twice, producing a "clang clang" sound.
At first, he played slowly, the sound was melodious and pleasant, like babbling water, the May breeze.
Suddenly!
He abruptly infused True Yuan into his fingertips, and flicked his fingers repeatedly. The chaotic melody rang out with large and small pearls dropping onto a jade platter. Thousands of musical notes transformed into a storm, sweeping across like a tempest.
Every time Li Chen plucked the zither strings, it was as if thousands of troops were galloping, roaring, battling. The momentum was unparalleled under heaven.
Silver bottles burst, water splashed, iron cavalry charged with the sound of clashing blades.
Shangguan Changhong, Bai Yunfeng, and Luot Ziming, the three Heaven's Chosen Sons, were shocked to see Li Chen using musical notes in confrontation, quickly changing moves to defend.
