Zither Emperor Chapter 573 Chapter 180 Amethyst Mystery Part 1_1

573: Chapter 180: Amethyst Mystery (Part 1)_1 573: Chapter 180: Amethyst Mystery (Part 1)_1 “Kill—” The ten Dragon Knights could no longer contain themselves, facing Ye Yinzhu’s nearly contemptuous smile, they charged simultaneously.

This was war, not a duel; they would never give Ye Yinzhu the chance for a one-on-one fight.

Ten giant dragons, ten dragon spears, all burst forth with astonishing douqi radiance at the same time.

The deep blue douqi gained incredible acceleration beneath the wind dragons they straddled, and their impact force was by no means inferior to that of an Initial Zi rank warrior.

At the same time, the ten wind dragons spewed out powerful Wind Blades from their mouths, sealing off every possible route Ye Yinzhu could use to dodge.”

Gently shaking his head, Ye Yinzhu even raised his hand and waved at the ten Dragon Knights, with a hint of an amused smile.

The next moment, when the ten dragon spears were still ten meters away from his body, Ye Yinzhu disappeared as if he had never been there, vanishing into thin air under the ten Dragon Knights’ aura lock.

“How is this possible?” Kusler exclaimed in disbelief.

The next moment, Ye Yinzhu’s body had appeared beside Zi.

At this time, within a hundred meters centered on Zi’s body, not a single Flore soldier dared to approach.

Looking at that seventeen-meter-long giant sword, the Flore soldiers, no matter how brave they were or even after succumbing to Blood Thirst, only chose to stay far away.

They would rather face the rain of arrows from Spirit City than confront the man before them who was like the very devil incarnate.

“Zi, assist me.” Ye Yinzhu leaped into the air, and Zi roared softly, swinging both fists simultaneously.

The tremendous power gathered under Ye Yinzhu’s feet, and the next moment, he was propelled like a cannonball toward the direction of the Flore Mages’ unit.

The ten Dragon Knights could only watch helplessly as Ye Yinzhu flew over their heads.

With Zi’s help, Ye Yinzhu’s speed was so fast that it even surpassed arrows.

They wanted to intercept him, but they couldn’t manage to do so.

Turning their dragon’s heads, just as the ten Dragon Knights were about to pursue in the direction where Ye Yinzhu had gone, Zi’s deep voice echoed simultaneously in their ears, “Your opponent is me.”

Zi light flickered, and the next moment, Zi finally revealed his true form, the aura of the Amethyst Behemoth unrestrainedly surging forth, instantaneously unleashed.

The massive and formidable aura enveloped the ten wind dragons that were just about to take off.

Ten mournful cries rang out almost at the same time.

How could these rank 8 giant dragons possibly fly in the presence of a Divine Beast’s aura?

When they turned their bodies around, the riders on their backs could clearly feel their panions trembling.

If it weren’t for the fact that they had cultivated to the point of the Dragon-Human Unity, these giant dragons would have wanted to flee.

With his twenty-five-meter massive body proudly standing before the ten Dragon Knights, although he was alone, he was the center of the battlefield.

The ten Dragon Knights’ gazes solidified as they looked at Zi, eyeing the nearly irresistible super giant sword in his hands, and their confidence finally began to waver.

“Blood Thirst.” Kusler’s voice rang out suddenly, and the knights on the dragon backs finally remembered their opportunity.

Almost instantly, a dazzling blood mist erupted from the ten Dragon Knights, quickly enveloping themselves and the giant dragons.

Indeed, these ten Dragon Knights were not only remarkably strong, but years of cultivation by the Flore Kingdom also granted them the capability of Magic Martial Union.

Although they didn’t possess two powerful support spells like a true Blood Mage, just the Blood Thirst alone could boost their strength by an entire level in an instant.

The profound blue douqi now showed a faint hint of purple light, and under the effects of Blood Thirst, the scales of the wind dragons beneath them stood on end.

They were no longer trembling; their eyes had turned blood red, and they could no longer see the formidable presence of a Divine Beast in front of them, only their enemy.

Zi’s expression also became grave, facing such opponents; he knew that victory wasn’t certain.

After all, the number of enemies was still too many.

In Spirit City, the Mages’ defense was deteriorating, with the magic attacks of the opponents growing more powerful by the wave.

Meanwhile, at the foot of the city, the city moat was nearly pletely filled, and a great amount of siege equipment was being rapidly pushed toward the direction of the city walls.

After succumbing to Blood Thirst, the Flore soldiers charged fearlessly forward, and though the number of corpses increased, they were getting closer and closer to the city walls.

On the city battlements, apart from the archers, Anchelotti had already summoned the lance fighters; he knew that the hand-to-hand bat was about to begin.

At the same time, the city’s last line of defense was also ready.

Although the Eastern Military Corps had not been through much in terms of battles, they were not lacking in defensive equipment for defending the city.

Ye Yinzhu finally breached the blockade of the ten Dragon Knights, and when his feet hit solid ground, he found himself in a new crisis.

Facing him were the Blood Color Guard, the very ones who had struck a fatal blow from behind to the Death God Soldiers during the Seven Nations, Seven Dragons ranking battles.

Two whole squads of them, now splitting off five hundred men, wielding their weapons and charging toward him under the guidance of their tamed dragons.

Seeing the Blood Color Guard, Ye Yinzhu’s eyes immediately reddened.

He recalled the deaths of his rades, the forty-three mages who had made a heroic sacrifice.

His blood boiled instantaneously.

At this moment, it was time for a desperate fight for survival.

With a flash of light, the Sword of Nox in his hand reverted to the Dragon Soul Ring.

The next moment, an Ancient Zither appeared in Ye Yinzhu’s embrace—the God-rank Desolate Dragon Chant.

He pressed his right hand down onto the ground, and with a thunderous blast, a piece of turf lifted and piled up before him.

His hands placed the Ancient Zither upon the raised earth, using it as a makeshift table.

Ye Yinzhu’s gaze solidified, elegance gone.

He had pletely entered the murderous state of Ziwei Qixin.

Ye Yinzhu had never seen himself as a practitioner of both magic and martial arts; martial skills were there to aid magic.

He was a Divine Music Master, a Zither Mage, now a Grand Sorcerer of the Zi rank.

Even within the Flore Empire, there was no such being as him.

At this moment, Ye Yinzhu was about to show the people of Flore what the true power of a Grand Sorcerer was.

Hum— With his right hand gliding over the zither strings, all seven strings quivered at once, and seven differently colored Sound Blades burst forth.

It looked like Ye Yinzhu hardly used any strength, but this sudden zither note seemed to pause the entire battlefield.

Explosive Reverberate, such was the power of the Explosive Reverberate.

Even among all the sounds on the battlefield, the Seven Sounds Burst remained terrifying.

Without pause, black hair slid down from his temples, sticking to his cheeks, while Ye Yinzhu’s previously indifferent gaze became fixed.

His hands moved ethereally, each touch of his eight fingers on the strings causing a spray of light shadows of Sound Blades.

The humming noise formed a deep melody that took up its toll amidst the carnage of the battlefield.

The Zither Emperor, having reached the Zi rank, now truly unleashed his strength on the battlefield.

Back then, during the Seven Nations, Seven Dragons ranking battles, Ye Yinzhu had just entered the Ziwei Qixin Realm and couldn’t fully control his power.

But now, after being cleansed by the Six Paths of Reincarnation, he had achieved what Qin Shang once described as the ideal state, with Sound Blades forming their own curves continuously.

The charge of the Blood Color Guard Dragon Knights was undoubtedly swift, but when they got within a hundred meters of Ye Yinzhu, they encountered a horrific scene: Sound Blades shimmering with seven colors, each wrapped with a faint purple glow, met their charge head-on.

High-Frequency Sound Blades, something even the Sub-God rank Nina wouldn’t want to encounter head-on without interruption; how could the Dragon Knights contend?

Even mighty Dragon Knights are, after all, just soldiers.

The High-Frequency Sound Blades, not tangible, the cutting power generated by their rapid vibrations, was terrifyingly effective.

Instantly, the dozens of Blood Color Guard at the forefront were carved into chunks, not just the knights but also their tamed dragons, instantly sliced apart by the Sound Blades.

Ye Yinzhu stood there, before his Desolate Dragon Chant Zither, his appearance still elegant, but the power he wielded at that moment was as terrifying as a Demon God.

As the Sound Blades were unleashed, rings of purple halos spread gently.

It was a touching melody that entered the whole battlefield, different from the murderous Sound Blades, this melody was exceedingly gentle, forming a stark contrast with the scene of slaughter before it.

The ultimate performance, this was indeed the ultimate performance.

Ye Yinzhu’s eyes had already turned purple, and he was not playing the zither with his hands but with his emotions, expressing the gentle and touching music with a mood of slaughter.

The resulting feeling was so bizarre, yet he had succeeded.

If Qin Shang were here, he would be astounded to find that his proud disciple was performing precisely the transformation from extreme to harmony within Ziwei Qixin.

The stronger the intent to kill, the softer and more elegant the music played, the reverse melody generated even more powerful force.

The Blood Color Guard’s charge was too fast, which was also the source of their misfortune.

The High-Frequency Sound Blades turned the hundred-meter range in front of Ye Yinzhu into a destructive hell.

Any who entered that domain, whether it was Eric Minlong or Machino the Iron Dragon, had only one oute under the hunt of those Zi rank Sound Blades.

Countless chunks of bodies were scattered across the ground, an existence more terrifying than corpses, blood, viscera, brains, and severed limbs sketching a picture filled with bloodshed.

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