The peddlers, bailiffs, and fortune-tellers were the first to notice the strange state of the zither player, and shock appeared in their eyes.
They were the most mysterious and most terrifying of the Wenshui Tangs, the Fivekind People, but the blind zither player was that … person.
Although the blind zither player had never been willing to admit that he was their teacher or leader, and even rarely spoke to him, they all held the deepest respect for him, no less than their respect for the Tang Old Master.
This was the first time they had seen the blind zither player reveal such a powerful will to fight, such a true vitality.
The little girl selling cosmetic powder was very uneasy. She wanted to step forward and ask a few questions, but she was stopped by the two sesame-candy-selling old men.
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The experts of the Orthodoxy also sensed the Qi exuded by the blind zither player. Their expressions turned cold as they felt the same emotion as Xiang Qiu — this person is very powerful! Even amongst the Prefects of the Orthodoxy, only Mao Qiuyu could deal with this blind zither player!
Linghai Zhiwang, An Lin, and the others who knew of his identity were also shocked speechless, but they also felt that this was only natural.
Before the Longevity Sect withered away, it was the ancestral court of the southern faction of the Orthodoxy. Together with Holy Maiden Peak, it stood as an equal to the Li Palace. Even the Mount Li Sword Sect, whose name now shook the continent, was only a subsidiary sect of the Longevity Sect. As the sole remaining Grand Elder of the Longevity Sect, this blind zither player was naturally very strong, just this strong!
Linghai Zhiwang and the others also knew why the blind zither player had suddenly come to life. It was like they had returned to the Longevity Sect's heyday.
Because of the figure under the tree in the courtyard.
Because it was the same for them.
Looking at that figure, their breathing became hurried, and their states were naturally adjusted to an unprecedented peak.
Whether it was the blind zither player, Linghai Zhiwang, or the other Prefects of the Orthodoxy, this was their first time seeing the Demon Lord with their own eyes.
On the day they were about to kill each other.
Chen Changsheng had them return to White Emperor City ahead of time precisely to kill the Demon Lord.
To the human race, this was the greatest, most glorious, and most wonderful mission.
To the continent, this was the most shocking, most tense, and most dangerous moment.
If they could kill the Demon Lord, today's scene and their names would assuredly be recorded in the annals of history for countless years.
Even if the blind zither player's heart was like withered wood, no, even if his heart was like dead ash, it would still reignite.
Even though the names of these Prefects of the Orthodoxy were already destined to be recorded in the Daoist canon, they were still willing to pay everything, even their lives.
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The young Demon Lord stood up from under the tree and turned to the crowd outside the courtyard.
His face was handsome and exuded an inhuman aura.
The yellow sand in the courtyard suddenly floated up and danced around his body, drawing countless complicated diagrams on his black imperial robe.
Linghai Zhiwang's pupils constricted at this sight. Everyone felt an intense sense of alarm.
Before he led Black Robe and the Demon Commander in overthrowing his father, the young Demon Lord had not been famous. Whether it was talent, battle prowess or other aspects, he had no reputation. Not to mention Qiu Shan Jun and Xu You Rong, he couldn't even compare to Chen Chang Sheng.
In the entire continent, the most widely spread rumor about him was his greed for Xu You Rong.
Only when he pushed that legendary existence into the abyss and then coldly surrounded and killed his elder brother Han Qing, who had returned from the Mausoleum of Books, did the entire world realize that it was wrong.
Now, the entire continent knew that this Demon Lord possessed unimaginable combat talent and unfathomable strength, but just how strong was he?
It was obvious that he still had not stepped into the Divine Domain.
From the battle on the observation platform, when Chen Chang Sheng used the South Stream Temple sword array, the Demon Lord seemed to be at a disadvantage.
But based on Chen Chang Sheng's analysis, even if he used his full strength, he would not necessarily be able to kill his opponent. Moreover, the Demon Lord clearly still had many trump cards that he had not used.
Chen Chang Sheng could even say that the moment he decided to kill the Demon Lord, he felt like he could die at any moment.
Just what sort of trump card did the Demon Lord possess to make him feel this way?
"Dongyangzi." The Demon Lord smiled at the blind zither player. "You think you can kill Us?"
The crowd was shocked.
Because the Demon Lord had spoken with a very contemptuous expression and attitude.
And because the Demon Lord had directly said a name.
It was the Daoist title of the blind zither player in the Longevity Sect.
This name had vanished from the continent for many years. Besides Linghai Zhiwang and a few other Prefects of the Orthodoxy, no one present knew of it. Not even the peddlers and government laborers of the Wenshui Tang clan knew of it, yet the Demon Lord had exposed it with a single word!
The blind zither player slightly tilted his head. After a long period of silence, he asked, "Why not?"
"It's not impossible, it's just unwise."
The Demon Lord held his hands behind him as he slowly walked towards the courtyard gate.
"Back then, your sect master was working with Imperial Father. You happened to learn of this matter and were greatly dissatisfied. You wanted to interfere, but in the end, you were ambushed and heavily injured. Later on, you were besieged by the experts of my Divine race on the snowy plains, your star orifices destroyed. Although you were protected by the Tang Old Master and your friends in the sect, barely managing to keep your life and even regaining your strength, you yourself should be well aware that no matter how many years you spend raising your cultivation, you have no hope of ever reaching the Divine."
The blind zither player quietly listened as if he was speaking of someone else's business.
The Demon Lord indifferently said, "Is this matter not enough to make you fear the strength of my Divine race?"
Upon hearing this secret story from the past, the crowd was even more shocked and subconsciously turned to the blind zither player.
The blind zither player had an indifferent expression as if these words could not move him, but his two grizzled eyebrows began to tremble.
Everyone could sense the pain hidden beneath his indifferent appearance.
To cultivators, no matter how diligently they cultivated, how courageously they advanced, if they could never hope of reaching the Divine, this was naturally the greatest despair.
And this was not even considering the fact that he had such outstanding talent, that he was one of the few geniuses on the continent. If he had not been betrayed and dealt such a cruel blow by the demons, the Divine Domain that was incomparably distant to other cultivators would have been right before his eyes.
This was the greatest pain of all.
The blind zither player said, "Pain can make one feel fear, despair can make one lose all interest in life, but there are times when it can become the power of anger."
The Demon Lord looked at him and said, "But in the end, it still cannot change your pitiful life."
The cry of a crane came from the sky.
The snow that had accumulated on the eaves rustled down. In the cold wind, the White Crane landed on the ground.
Chen Changsheng gazed at the courtyard and said, "As long as I can kill you today, all my pain can be repaid."
Tang Thirty-Six replied, "No matter how you look at it, this is a profitable transaction."
The blind zither player fell quiet for a while, then replied, "Yes."
When he said this word, his expression was very calm.
This time, he was truly calm, because his two grizzled eyebrows did not tremble in the slightest.
Calmness did not mean that all his killing intent had been blown away by the wind.
On the contrary, it meant that his killing intent had already been submerged in the laws of the world and could no longer be withdrawn.
The Demon Lord was alone in White Emperor City.
Chen Changsheng had brought with him four Prefects of the Orthodoxy and the most terrifying Fivekind Man of the Wenshui Tangs.
From every angle, it was time to kill him.
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(I wish everyone a happy holiday and a good time. For the next few days, don't think about anything else. Just have fun and play to your heart's content. Tomorrow is the joyous day when our old book friends raise their cups to the bright moon and get married. Let us cherish the beautiful wish of seeing their wedding photos as soon as possible and bless them to grow old together!) (To be continued.)
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