At this time, thousands of miles away in the territory of Tianshui City, under the curtain of night, torrential rain poured down.
Nurdan and the other high-ranking warrior lords met with the envoy of Prince Zhi Li yesterday, and the other side had agreed to all their conditions.
All of the high ranking lords in Tianshui City would be conferred the title of nobility after the rebellion against the Suo Clan. All of their territories would be hereditary.
In that instant, all the defenses in their hearts were destroyed. These high-level warrior lords had all relied on their own strength to fight their way to the top. If none of their sons and daughters became high-ranking warriors, then their families would lose their territories and their armies.
But now, Zhi Li promised them that as long as they rebelled against the Suo Clan, their territories would be hereditary.
Immediately, all of his reservations, all of his loyalty, vanished into thin air.
That night, the heavy rain was heavy and heavy, madly beating the ground.
The two thousand soldiers of Nurdan's territory were fully armed, wearing the latest armors and holding the best weapons, and began to form a formation.
"The Suo Clan is heartless, rejected by the heavens and earth!"
"Silkpants Søren, you're going to make the heavens angry and the people resentful!"
"I, Nurdan, lead all the warriors and troops of the family and territory to officially announce that we are leaving the Suo Clan!"
"In order to save all the suffering people of Tianshui City from the fire and water, in order to save the five hundred miles of territory of Tianshui City in danger, I will do everything I can to save the people of Tianshui City. I officially declare that we will rebel and save millions of civilians. "
Then, Nurdan kicked the box in front of him, and countless gold coins poured out like a tide.
"This money is all yours." Nu Er Dan roared: "The Suo Clan is heartless, I swear to kill them, take down Tian Shui City, and reward them with ten years of salary."
In an instant, all the warriors and soldiers went crazy.
Of course, the money was also provided by Zhi Ning and Zhi Li.
"Traitor Søren, shameless and licentious, harming the people, I swear to kill him!"
"Move out, attack Tianshui City and punish the Suo Clan!"
"Bang, bang, bang, bang …" Thousands of fully armed soldiers, led by hundreds of cavalrymen, marched neatly towards the main city of Sky Water, three hundred li away.
Looking down from the sky, one could see that there were 18 other armies like this one.
Tianshui City's territory spanned five hundred miles, about forty thousand square kilometers, and Tianshui City was located in the easternmost area.
At this time, the nineteen rebel armies, numbering more than thirty thousand people, began to gather. Then, like a surging tide, they marched towards Heavenly Water City.
It was like a black wave that was about to drown Tianshui City.
Tonight, there was a thunderstorm.
…
"Dang dang dang, dang dang dang dang …"
Royal City students, inside the concert hall.
Lan Ling's performance of "Fate" reached its climax.
Everyone present could feel their bodies trembling, their souls trembling.
That kind of numbing feeling, that kind of trembling feeling, it was really too wonderful.
At this moment, he completely surrendered his soul and let it drift in the turbulent waves of the song.
The feeling of not being able to breathe was simply too wonderful.
Lan Ling used all his strength and all his spiritual power to push the music to its climax.
Innumerable notes were like innumerable sharp arrows, like innumerable blades, crazily rushing forward one after another.
All the blood, all the anger, all the flames, all the will, all condensed into the sound of the harp, and shot into the entire space.
Fight, fight, fight …
Fight against fate, fight against the royal family that wanted to destroy the fate of the Suo clan, fight against all the darkness that wanted to strangle his will.
Even if he was drenched in blood, even if he was smashed to pieces, even if he was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot.
Originally, in Beethoven's "Fate", it was about the power of the people defeating the darkness and obtaining the final victory.
But when it came to Lan Ling, the last moment turned into destruction.
He completely demonstrated his wild will to perish together.
"Dang dang dang dang dang …" Lan Ling changed the movement on his own. In the last series of notes, he used the most intense, most crazy rhythm to play, and played with a strong momentum of destruction.
At the last note, he used all his strength and slammed it down.
"Boom …"
In an instant, the entire harpsichord collapsed and shattered.
The keys of the zither also cracked violently, cutting his hand until it was bleeding profusely.
The performance ended.
…
Finally, it was finally over.
Everyone felt that their souls had finally regained their freedom and were no longer bound by the song.
That feeling of heartache, that feeling of suffocation, was finally over.
However, it seemed that their whole body and spirit were still not their own, as if they had completely lost themselves after being attacked by the stormy waves just now.
The whole hall, at first, was dead silent.
Everyone's spirit and soul seemed to be still in a state of numbness, unable to calm down for a long time.
Finally, the great practitioner Byron's frozen expression gradually recovered.
How many years had it been? How many years had it been since he had been attacked and baptized by such stormy waves?
This feeling was too good, that feeling of suffocation, that feeling of destruction, it was too good.
This feeling of wanting to worship was too good.
This feeling of turning from a god at the top of the pyramid to a mortal was too good.
This, this was not a famous song at all, nor was it a divine song at all, but a killer that strangled the soul, a poison that choked everyone's throat and made them unable to breathe, a devil that made them completely intoxicated and worship.
This song was not only rarely seen in a hundred years, but also in a thousand years.
Especially when it was played with Soran's crazy, almost destructive momentum, and in his bloodthirsty play that would perish together with his enemies. The effect was completely destructive.
Byron, the great priest, supported his old body and slowly began to applaud.
"Clap, clap, clap …"
All the cultivators of the Dragon Shrine began to applaud.
Then, all the students began to applaud and cry.
Finally, everyone stood up and applauded crazily.
Although there were only dozens of people, the applause was like thunder, resounding in the whole hall.
Zhi Ning, on the other hand, sat in her seat, motionless. She knew that her so-called suppression had become a complete joke.
In the face of such a soul-killing song, any suppression, any hidden tricks, like a dam made of sand, were instantly destroyed by the stormy waves of art, leaving no trace.
If she dared to mention suppression at this moment, she would become the public enemy of the music industry and the collective attack of the art industry.
Moreover, she was completely shocked and lost in an instant.
She knew that this was the horn that Søren had declared war on her, and this was Søren's destructive will to perish together with her.
And she herself was the dark force in the song, the evil existence.
When listening to this song, Zhi Ning even had a feeling of surrendering. She used to be a fanatic of art, and she also pursued the trembling of the soul.
At that moment, not only did she want to surrender to the song, but she also wanted to surrender to Sauron.
Because at that moment, she felt that Søren was so charming, so moving.
He was a man who was usually so bad, so shameless. And at the critical moment, he was so crazy, so full of destructive aura.
He was so talented, so handsome.
This kind of man was a kind of poison, a poison to women.
After a few minutes, the applause gradually stopped.
Great Cultivator Byron took a deep breath and calmed his state of mind, "Sir Søren, may I know the name of this song of yours?"
"Fate," Lan Ling said.
As expected, only such a name was worthy of a killer with a soul, the pinnacle of art.
Great Cultivator Byron said, "I won't give you a score because I don't think I'm qualified. I've already memorized this song, can I take it back to study it?"
"Of course," Lan Ling said.
"Alright, thank you." Great Cultivator Byron said, "I'm going back, I'm going back as soon as possible because I want to preserve this feeling of destruction, this feeling of being strangled and unable to breathe, so that I can experience this song."
He didn't even ask if this song was Søren's original work. After all, this song had never appeared in this world before. It was Søren's work.
Moreover, this song was very similar to Søren's state of mind and situation.
Most importantly, this song that was rarely seen in a thousand years was not something that could be created with any technique. It was a cry from the soul, a burst of inspiration that came from beyond the nine heavens.
Therefore, Great Cultivator Byron felt that it was a complete blasphemy to ask if this song was Søren's composition.
Soon, Great Cultivator Byron left with all the cultivators of the Dragon Temple.
Now, it was time to give the score. All the examiners looked at Zhi Ning.
All the students had their eyes on Zhi Ning, waiting for her score.
Zhi Ning picked up a pen, wrote a score on the board, and flipped it over.
"100 points!"
That's right, 100 points, the full score.
This was because her so-called suppression had become a complete joke. No matter how unwilling she was, she had no choice but to give this score.
Because Soran's performance was a crushing level, a hellish level.
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