Xiang Qiu did not notice the blind zither player.
More accurately, he did not see the blind zither player.
Because the blind zither player was too unremarkable.
And because the Great Priest standing in front of him was too dazzling.
The lines of the Great Priest's face seemed carved from stone, his elegant brows brimming with an icy chill.
"Linghai Zhiwang! What do you want to do? "
Xiang Qiu's gaze swept over the Orthodoxy experts outside the courtyard, his eyes turning extremely sharp, a ruthless and bloodthirsty aura faintly discernible in their depths.
Linghai Zhiwang expressionlessly said, "The sacred decree states that no one is allowed to enter or leave this courtyard. Those who disobey will die."
Yes, regardless of whether the White Emperor or Madam Mu won, they would not touch the young Demon Lord.
This courtyard truly was the safest place in White Emperor City today.
But the Xiang clan leader and the Demon Lord had forgotten one thing.
There were still many human experts in White Emperor City today.
Regardless of whether the White Emperor or Madam Mu won, they all wanted to kill the young Demon Lord.
Xiang Qiu still did not understand this principle. He sternly said, "All of you should be well aware that he is a guest of my Xiang clan."
Linghai Zhiwang's expression was indifferent, and he had no intention of stepping aside.
Xiang Qiu harshly shouted, "Do all of you want to die!"
After saying that, he led his subordinates and charged forward.
And then, he died.
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… …
Xiang Qiu truly was the strongest expert of this generation of the Xiang clan. His cultivation, strength, and methods were all formidable.
His subordinates were also the elite experts of the Xiang clan.
But standing outside the courtyard were Linghai Zhiwang, Daoist Siyuan, Archbishop An Lin, and Hu Thirty-Two.
To put it another way, he was facing the majority of the Li Palace, so how could he possibly win?
Of course, if his opponents had been these Prefects of the Orthodoxy, perhaps he would not have lost so quickly, and even if he lost, he would not have died so quickly.
The problem was that Linghai Zhiwang and the others had not moved. Their attention was focused on the courtyard.
Xiang Qiu and the Xiang clan experts were facing a group of miscellaneous people.
These people were seven peddlers, six government laborers, three fortune-tellers, two sesame-candy-selling elders, and one cosmetic powder buying girl.
Even though they knew that these people came from Wenshui City and were probably experts of the Tang clan, this combination still made it easy to dismiss them as miscellaneous people.
More than ten streams of Demon Race energy soared into the sky!
A crisp sound rang out on the street. It was not the sound of the iron rings on the door being blown around by the strong wind, but the sound of the copper coins falling from the hands of the seven peddlers onto the ground.
The copper coins rolled on the ground, and they conformed to the principles of the heavens and the earth, forming a formation in an extremely natural manner.
The two fortune-tellers stood in the eye of the array and rolled their eyes as they watched the demonic clan experts whizzing through the air.
They weren't looking down on him, but they were calculating at high speed.
The six bailiffs stepped forward expressionlessly, and with a shake of their hands, they went forward.
Six cudgels of water and fire separated life and death. They poked their heads out from the clouds and were about to smash everything in front of them into the Netherworld.
What was even more terrifying was the iron chains tied to the six cudgels, which seemed to be able to bind the souls of all living beings.
Violent auras collided, forming countless strange scenes and terrifying spatial turbulence on the street in front of the courtyard.
At this time, the two sesame-candy-selling old men took a step forward, lifted the front of their robes to their waists, and then threw a punch in front of them.
The two fists, imbued with boundless light, scattered the wind from the Red River. They were like two blazing suns, burning all things.
Then, a red and white powder, like peach blossoms or pear blossoms, enveloped the scene.
Finally, a mournful zither note rang out, like the weeping of the wind and snow, like someone was leaving.
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The courtyard in front of the courtyard was covered in blood.
Ten-some Xiang clan experts were lying in their own blood.
Xiang Qiu's injuries were the heaviest. His clothes were in tatters and his body, which was as tough as steel, was covered in several dozen extremely fine wounds. Blood gushed out of these thin but perfectly straight wounds. When it came into contact with the air, it quickly transformed into a strange and gorgeous color. It was clear that he had been poisoned.
As he gazed at the bailiffs and peddlers, his eyes were filled with pain and shock.
He had never imagined that he would see so many terrifying techniques and techniques in such a short amount of time.
If his eyes had not gone blurry from blood loss, could this … really be the Blazing Sun Style!
These Tang clan experts were truly too frightening. He and his subordinates had not even had the time to go berserk before suffering a crushing defeat!
Xiang Qiu's gaze ultimately fell on the blind zither player standing outside the crowd and the old zither in his bosom.
The strings of this old zither were so sharp that no matter how many bodies it cut, not a drop of blood could be seen on them.
Xiang Qiu suddenly felt a little cold as he gazed at this old zither.
The zither note resounded.
Only now did he realize that even without those peddlers and bailiffs, this blind zither player alone was enough to kill everyone on his side.
Even if he and his subordinates went berserk ahead of time, they would still not be able to escape the fate of being killed.
Even if his father was present, he might not be a match for this blind zither player!
Intense regret appeared in Xiang Qiu's eyes.
He had not seen this blind zither player just now, so he had not noticed that the zither player's shoulders had been slightly drooping.
This posture seemed rather tired, but it might also have been to make it easier to hold the zither.
Humans who liked to droop their shoulders were often truly extraordinary individuals.
Like Wang Po, like Bie Yanghong, like this blind zither player.
His voice trembled as he asked, "Truly powerful … just who are you?"
The blind zither player did not answer his question.
Perhaps some people would be willing to answer the questions of a dying person to express their benevolence or grace.
But the blind zither player would not.
Many years ago, in the internal strife of the sect, he had been ambushed and heavily injured by the Sect Master, barely managing to keep his life.
From that moment on, he no longer knew what benevolence was.
Many years ago, he had avoided Su Li while in seclusion to recover from his injuries, and then he had lived like an old dog in Wenshui City for so many years.
After that, he no longer had the right to talk about grace.
In his view, coming to White Emperor City at the request of the Tang Old Master to ensure Chen Changsheng's safety was just a job.
He was just doing his job, collecting money and grain to live out his old age.
So he would not answer Xiang Qiu's question.
He had even once believed that he had lost all interest in anything.
But today seemed to be a little different.
He looked at the large courtyard, his gaze passing through the gate and falling upon that tree deep within.
There was a figure under that tree.
His sea of consciousness had long ago been calm and still, almost frozen, but it was now gradually thawing.
His consciousness had long ago been a dried-up stream, but now, water began to flow in and begin to beat against the rocks by the shore.
This was because his heart, which had long been like a piece of wood, suddenly ignited a small flame, and then the flame gradually grew bigger.
The moment he saw that figure, he came back to life, even his mind began to surge.
There was no wind, but his clothes began to flap.
His face grew redder and redder.
His eyes grew brighter and brighter.
He seemed to have become much younger.
It was like he could still live for another five hundred years.
But he did not want those five hundred years.
If he could kill this person today. (To be continued.)
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