Dominating Martial King Chapter 1627: 459: Kill Them All!

Capítulo 1627: Chapter 459: Kill Them All!

Chu Xisheng had so understanding of Canghai Stone’s temperant in ‘Sword Qi Xiao Xin,’ and had heard a few legendary tales about the ‘Nine Sworded Zither Demon,’ Lang Beiwang.

Since those esteed figures on the Heavenly List earlier were unwilling to be driven by the gods.

Then the two before him were also unwilling.

“Join forces?”

Canghai Stone sneered, looking disdainful.

“To deal with soone like you, a re Third Grade, why would we need to join forces? I initially intended to take the lead, but since the Zither Demon isn’t willing to step aside, I’ll let you go first. Please hurry up! My patience is limited.”

Lang Beiwang, however, looked serene, like still water: “I ca here not to block the Sword Lord from heading north, but rely to ask the Sword Lord to listen to one tune. There’s not much ti, half a mont should suffice!”

As he said the words ‘Not to block the Sword Lord from heading north,’ countless bloody lines suddenly appeared on his face, spreading like a spider web across his body.

Chu Xisheng was taken aback: “Senior Lang, what is this?”

This man had stord the Jianghu for two hundred years, and indeed he deserved the title of ‘Senior.’

“A spell backlash?”

Canghai Stone also turned his head, looking up and down at Lang Beiwang, then mockingly said, “So pitiful! The renowned rank twenty of the Heavenly List, who claims his music can make gods weep and ghosts cry, the ‘Nine Sworded Zither Demon,’ is also rely a pitiable creature under the control of the giant gods.”

Lang Beiwang gave an ironic smile: “What is there pitiable about ? Though I borrowed the power of the gods in the past, thus stepping into Second and First Grade, yet I have slaughtered no less than ten thousand Giant Spirits in my life. Among them, three Mo Clan First Grade Princes have died by my hand.

Today, among the many Heavenly List mbers gathered in Cang Province, I must be the most foolish, never finding the spell’s weakness nor a way to evade it, no way to eliminate the potential harm with a surrogate death. Yet my life is fulfilled, having accomplished all I wanted to, with no regrets! Now I only wish for the Infinite Blade Lord to listen to one tune—”

At this mont, the bloody lines on his body seed to co alive, like nurous ugly insects crawling all over him.

Lang Beiwang seed completely unaffected, summoning the zither to his front, plucking a string with his finger, producing a crisp ‘dong’ sound.

Accompanying this zither note, although those blood lines were expanding and bulging outward, they all cald down, fixed in place motionless.

Around, for a thousand miles, the skies fell into silence at this instant, aside from that single zither sound, there was no other noise.

Aboard the Pingtian Treasure Ship, Zong Sanping, Ye Zhiqiu, Lu Luanti, and Jian Cangfeng were standing at the boat’s bow.

They leaned against the rail, silently watching Lang Beiwang.

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At this ti, the form of this Nine Sworded Zither Demon appeared hideous and terrifying, making one feel nauseous enough to vomit.

Yet none of them cared a bit, their eyes filled with admiration.

Only Canghai Stone shook his head slightly sarcastically: “You’re quite open-minded, but you die looking too ugly, miserable!”

He placed his hands behind his back: “Rest in peace! Within this thousand mile radius, absolutely no one can spy on this place. After your death, I will grind your bones to dust, destroy your body and evidence!”

Far from being angry at these words, Lang Beiwang instead nodded to him in gratitude: “Thank you, Cang brother!”

Chu Xisheng took a deep breath.

Suppressing the regret and anger in his chest, he cupped his hands towards Lang Beiwang: “I am willing to listen to the immortal music of Senior! Being able to hear the final tune of the ‘Nine Sworded Zither Demon’ today is truly a blessing for us all.”

Lang Beiwang smiled at these words: “Sword Lord does not need to feel pity for , as I already have a successor. My second son not only inherits everything I have learned, but is better than , the na ‘Nine Sworded Zither Demon’ can still shine in this world. Importantly, he is clean and won’t follow in my footsteps.

This child’s na is Lang Tianshou, he already moved from Central Earth southwards two months ago on my orders, and will soon arrive in East State, to join the Iron Banner Gang under the Sword Lord. I ask the Sword Lord, after my death, to deliver my Nine Sword Demon Zither to him. Also, in the future, if the Sword Lord could take care of him for my sake—”

Lang Tianshou?

Chu Xisheng was about to reply, but Lang Beiwang’s zither sound resud.

He was entirely engrossed in the zither.

First lightly plucking the silver strings, producing a ‘ding dong’ sound, then followed by a high-pitched series of zither tones, like giant bells and large bells resonating, began to pour forth from the pitch-black demon zither.

Lang Beiwang’s ten fingers freely moved between the zither strings, his motions leisurely, as if casually and spontaneously. However, this tune began with a sound wholly filled with war intent and killing thoughts, shaking one’s spirit.

Each note struck like a sword slicing into one’s soul and bones, making one feel as if standing on the battlefield, surrounded by a forest of weapons, arrows raining, invoking the sound of signal arrows whistling; while all sides began to quake, a mass of iron cavalry rode forth, like a storm, dust clouds sweeping the ground, a fierce montum.

Then erged a peerless warrior charging forth, his triumphant strides through the battlefield, ascending to Heaven, descending to Huang Quan, trampling countless Giant Spirits into mud, deciding life and death with the enemy amidst the bloody sunset!

Chu Xisheng listened quietly, feeling his chest stir with emotions, his blood energy and fighting spirit gradually reaching the peak.

Yet he also gradually realized, although Lang Beiwang’s zither sound was intense and stern, filled with the clang of arms, passionate and resounding through Cloud Sky, yet it also contained his sorrow, longing, hatred, and defiance.

In his mind, the anecdotes of Lang Beiwang’s life observed in the Heavenly chanism Martial Arts Manual also surfaced.

This person’s family for generations were disciples of the ‘Eight Sound Sect,’ but during his eighteenth year, the Eight Sound Sect encountered a catastrophe, not only did the sect decline, but also many relatives and clansfolk were killed or injured.