Up in the air on the Black Eagle, Nangong Sheng heard the words of Li Jin, Song Ping, Gongsun Zhong, and the others, and a cold murderous intent flashed in his eyes.
"Very well, since you refuse to pledge loyalty to me and refuse to recognize me as the Celestial Saint of the Holy Dragon Continent, then you shall all die!"
As soon as Nangong Sheng's sinister voice fell, his hands, like old tree bark, began to pluck and strum the ancient zither.
The tinkling and plucking of the zither soon arose, transforming into rippling sound waves that resonated throughout the heavens and earth.
Playing the zither, Nangong Sheng closed his eyes, seemingly completely immersed in the music, shaking his head beneath a black cloak, strands of silver hair escaping from the cloak and fluttering in the wind.
As the zither music spread outward, waves of sound flew towards Li Jin, Song Ping, Gongsun Zhong, and other experts from the Holy Dragon Realm.
