Almost at the same instant the sense of crisis erupted, a wave of sound surged out from behind the Red Devil. The melody it formed was extremely aggressive, as if it was a frenzied struggle between life and death, a madness that wanted to rise up from the depths of death.
This was the chorus of the Song of Freedom, the most exciting part of the complete song that Wang Baole had created. Its destructive power was obviously extraordinary. Even though the Red Devil was the Dao Disciple of the Hengqin Sect, his casual attack was still unable to suppress Wang Baole's passionate part of the Song of Freedom.
In the next instant, the song that the Red Devil had created was like a huge net that had been torn apart. The passionate melody rose up, transforming into a long spear that shot towards the Red Devil at lightning speed.
All of this took a long time to describe, but in reality, it all happened in the time it takes for a spark to fly off a piece of flint. The Red Devil, who had been careless before, now narrowed his eyes. The moment the long spear pierced through him, his body blurred and transformed into an even more majestic song that reverberated in all directions.
This song was no longer a single song, but a movement formed by multiple songs.
As the movement spread out, the world around the arena turned the color of blood. This was the power of the Red Devil's movement, and its name was … Blood Sacrifice.
A monstrous crimson color and endless bloody light formed a bloody fog that blocked everything and drowned out everything. This caused the small square where the battle took place to immediately attract the attention of even more disciples from the three Sects. Under their gazes, the long spear formed by Wang Baole's song collided with the bloody fog.
With a boom, the long spear collapsed, transforming into countless notes that tumbled backwards. At the same time, the Red Devil's figure appeared in the red fog. He stared coldly at Wang Baole and spoke in a gloomy voice.
"You're courting death!"
As he spoke, the bloody fog around him tumbled and exploded once again. With him as the center, it turned into a huge vortex that caused the entire arena to distort, as if it was about to reach its limit.
As the vortex spun, countless blood-colored tributaries spread out, transforming into hands that grabbed at Wang Baole. It was a shocking sight, but if one looked closely, they would be able to see that whether it was the blood-colored hands, the blood-colored mist, or the vortex, they were all made up of large amounts of musical notes.
These notes contained the power of laws, which was why they could take on such a form. As for their power, it was displayed to its peak by the man in red. He erupted with the absolute power of a Dao Disciple.
An intense pressure also descended in all directions. Seeing that Wang Baole's figure was about to be drowned in blood, torn apart by the countless blood-red hands, and suppressed by the music movement, the cultivators of the three sects who were watching the battle in the small square couldn't take their eyes off it. On the one hand, Wang Baole's desperate counterattack was beyond their expectations.
After all … there weren't many people in the three sects who could break a Dao Disciple's music and use their own killing moves. Anyone who could do that could be considered a Chosen.
As for Wang Baole, he was a complete stranger, so the feeling he gave off was even more different. On the other hand, they also wanted to see exactly … how powerful Dao Disciple Red Devil really was.
In all of his previous battles, he had never fought to this extent. Usually, as soon as his opponents saw him, they would either immediately admit defeat, or be drowned out by a wave of his hand.
Therefore, the number of people who were paying attention to the battle had obviously increased. However, few people believed that Wang Baole could successfully resist Red Devil's attack. After all, the difference in power between the two sides was simply too great.
"That said, if this fellow Daoist doesn't die in this battle, then he'll be famous."
"It's too bad I don't know him. What's his name?"
"It doesn't matter. Most of the cultivators of the three sects are reclusive. If you want to be famous, then you have to fight your way up."
As the disciples of the three sects discussed the matter, the cultivator who had been the first to be defeated by Wang Baole held his breath and stared fixedly at the small square. Following his gaze, he could see that the battle was extremely intense.
Blood filled the air, and the blood-red hands were about to envelop Wang Baole. At this critical juncture, Wang Baole's eyes shone brightly. He knew that he was very strong, but as for exactly how strong, he wasn't sure. He hadn't come into contact with the Law of Hearing for very long, and besides his brief battle with Shi Lingzi, he hadn't fought any other Dao Disciples. Therefore, he wasn't very clear about his own position.
In this battle, the Dao Disciple in front of him gave him the feeling that he was on par with Shi Lingzi. Furthermore, he clearly had more tricks up his sleeve. Therefore, Wang Baole really wanted to know what level he was in now.
Another reason was that the other party had destroyed his free melody. That made Wang Baole a little angry. At that moment, as his eyes shone brightly, and as the blood-colored hands and vortex were about to drown him, Wang Baole gently fiddled with the hundred thousand overlapping musical notes in his body.
"Let's start with half of them." Wang Baole's eyes narrowed. Then, under his control, he touched them slightly. In the blink of an eye, the musical notes trembled, and a unique sound echoed out around Wang Baole.
SPLAT!
It was only a single sound, but as soon as it appeared, all of the blood-red hands charging toward Wang Baole began to tremble. Then, rumbling sounds could be heard as they collapsed, transforming into countless drops of blood. Then, they collapsed again, until they were nothing more than musical notes. And yet, that wasn't the end. They collapsed again ….
Not only that, but the blood-red mist vortex that was about to envelop Wang Baole did the same thing. Before it could even get close, the power of the sound slammed into it, causing it to collapse. It shattered into pieces, then collapsed again.
The cycle repeated itself over and over again. With Wang Baole at the center, the explosive power swept out in all directions, completely submerging Dao Disciple Red Devil. As for Dao Disciple Red Devil, his face filled with astonishment. He quickly lifted up the bone flute in his hand and began to play.
However … although the flute was special, and the sound it produced was also special, it was still completely covered by the power of Wang Baole's musical notes!
In that instant, the small grid reached its limit. A boom could be heard …. Before anyone could see what was happening, the arena was completely destroyed!
As it did, the cultivators of the three Sects stared in shock.
"This …."
"What's going on!?!?"
"What just happened?!?!?"
The minds of the cultivators of the three Sects reeled. They only had enough time to see Dao Disciple Red Devil being submerged in the small grid. Blood sprayed out of his mouth, and an expression of disbelief could be seen on his face.
What they couldn't see was that the bone flute in Dao Disciple Red Devil's hand had already shattered into pieces!
It was at this moment that, within the volcano of the Dao of Music Rhythm, the battered figure with a weak aura suddenly opened his eyes. He stared fixedly at the shattered grid in front of him!
(End of Chapter 1)
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