Zither Emperor Chapter 80 Chapter 20 Summoning Zi 4

80: Chapter 20 Summoning, Zi (4) 80: Chapter 20 Summoning, Zi (4) Nesta was getting increasingly closer to Ye Yinzhu, and Fergerson’s heart was tightening more and more.

With his strength, he could easily stop the match from continuing, but at this moment, he did not know when exactly he should intervene.

“Hurry, Dean!

If anything happens to Yin Zhu, I’ll…” Just when Nina was speaking somewhat indiscreetly, the situation in the field changed once again.

Sitting there, Ye Yinzhu didn’t start playing the zither.

He suddenly lifted his head, stood up, and faced the scorching descent head-on.

His clear eyes were filled with a longing emotion as he let out a call that was not particularly loud.

“Zi—”

The magical glow on Ye Yinzhu’s body disappeared, and the milky halo seemed to be under the protection of the Moon God’s Protection, burning brightly.

Deep within that milky halo, a purple luminescence kindled from the center of his brow and spread instantly throughout his body.

Without the appearance of a Magic Hexagram, a purple ethereal figure just passed through him as if it were nothing.

The ethereal became corporeal, with purple hair and eyes, a tall body, and a cold countenance, standing like the most robust wall—he positioned himself in front of Yin Zhu.

No words were spoken because there was simply no need for verbal munication between them.

Zi lifted his head, his gaze solid, meeting the diving Red Dragon Di Jia.

Without Douqi or any light, he just swung his fists.

At this moment, Ye Yinzhu had already sat back down on the ground, as if he knew Zi would surely block that diving flame “meteor.” His eight fingers struck the zither strings simultaneously, and a deep and low zither music emerged from the movement of his fingers.

How powerful is the bined full-speed dive of a giant dragon and a heavy knight?

Describing it as thousands of pounds would be an understatement, their weight was far beyond that number.

Not to mention the Douqi and the Fire Attribute Magic of the giant dragon.

All of this was pounded in their collective charge.

Yet facing them was just Zi’s bare fists.

Boom—

The impact was instantaneous, red and green glows scattered in all directions, and the powerful Defense Cover of the Central Trial Field suddenly trembled.

The massive dragon body was actually bounced back, the frightened dragon roar of the Red Dragon mixed with Nesta’s stifled grunt.

The eight-meter Blood Soul Spear emitted a series of light humming tremors in its violent shaking, and the Red Dragon took to the air again, only this time, its speed was much slower than before.

Indeed, Zi blocked the full-force impact of Nesta and the Red Dragon with his fists.

At this moment, his legs were knee-deep in the ground, and within a radius of ten meters with him at the center, the ground cracked simultaneously, the only exception being the spot where Ye Yinzhu sat, which remained intact.

“That’s against the rules, it’s a violation.

How could they let an outsider assist in the match?

I reckon, that’s at least a Blue-rank warrior,” Old Monkey, the head of the Heavy Sword Department, exclaimed in surprise.

Fergerson watched the center of the Central Trial Field with grave concern, and shook his head, “No, although he is a warrior, he is not a human.

I can’t sense the presence of a human from him.

Life-binding summoning, it is indeed the legendary ancient life-binding summoning.”

Iron Arm was also visibly shocked.

He certainly knew how strong Nesta’s impact was; even he did not want to face it head-on, “Are you saying that is a Magical Beast?

Aside from the Undead, only a rank Nine Beast could transform into a human form.

But his strength does not seem to be that of rank Nine.” If it were a rank Nine Beast, even the bined assault of Nesta and the Red Dragon would not have buried Zi’s legs into the ground.

Fergerson continued with gravity, “He is definitely not Undead; all of this has surpassed the scope of my understanding.

I’m afraid only the venerable ones from Faran’s Seventh Tower could explain what’s happening here.”

The thundering collision did not affect Ye Yinzhu’s performance, and at this moment his zither music unfolded.

“The Wild Geese Descend on the Sand” echoed like wild geese paying a visit, ethereally drifting high above the clouds.

The melody, like the orderly flight of the geese, was at times concealed and at times revealed, as if ing and going.

Dark red ripples of magic emanated from Ye Yinzhu’s body, spreading out in all directions.

Hearing Yin Zhu’s zither music, Zi’s facial lines softened a bit.

He effortlessly pulled his legs out of the ground, his movements natural, clearly unharmed from his opponent’s recent attack.

At this moment, the most astonished was Nesta.

To him, Zi’s fists did not seem like those of a human; the momentary impact felt as though he had struck a mountain forged of Mithril.

His arms were now pletely numb, and under the strong recoil, he spewed another mouthful of blood.

The Fire Attribute in his Douqi not only failed to harm his opponent but instead recoiled back at him.

If it weren’t for Red Dragon Di Jia blocking most of the recoil, he probably wouldn’t have been able to stay seated on the dragon’s back.

Nesta felt Di Jia trembling—not from injury but trembling from a certain aura.

Adult Red Dragons could reach the standard of rank 8.

Only a Magical Beast of a higher tier could make a Red Dragon tremble.

Yet dragons are a proud species, and Nesta had never heard of any Magical Beast on the Ryuzakinus Continent that could cause such a reaction in a Red Dragon.

Looking down at Zi standing beside Ye Yinzhu, Nesta’s bat spirit dropped for the first time, and he didn’t even know if he should charge again.

It was at that moment he heard “The Wild Geese Descend on the Sand.” The melody rose and fell, continuous and endlessly beautiful; the theme was serenely lovely, with stillness containing motion.

Melodic and fluent, it exuded a timeless freshness, easing his tense mood considerably.

The dark red aura had now covered the entire Central Trial Field.

Ye Yinzhu, looking at Zi in front of him, suddenly realized how tranquil his heart was.

With Zi by his side, his longing eased, and the joy in his heart allowed him to pletely immerse himself in “The Wild Geese Descend on the Sand.”

The dark red magic power began to change.

Starting around Ye Yinzhu’s body, the color gradually lightened.

The dark red slowly disappeared, replaced by a faint yellow.

The color was pale, but exceptionally clear.

Everyone watching widened their eyes.

It wasn’t unheard of for students to level up during a match.

But according to the sequence of Rainbow-grade, after Red-rank should e Orange rank.

Yet the change in Ye Yinzhu defied this order.

Yellow—that was clearly the color representing Yellow-rank Beginner!

If they knew that Ye Yinzhu’s Magic rank had reached Beginner Green rank, who knows if they would pop their eyeballs out of their sockets.

Pure Qinxin—the Pure Qinxin that Ye Yinzhu had cultivated strenuously for sixteen years had finally transcended at this moment.

It was not the Yellow rank that the viewers thought, but the symbol of the second major stage of the Zither Sect, The Brave Qinxin Sword.

Through tireless effort and enlightenment, Ye Yinzhu had finally pleted the most important transformation of his cultivation of Zither Magic beside Zi.

“Autumn is high and the air is brisk, the wind is still and the sands are flat, clouds stretch for miles, and the sky reverberates with flight.

Borrowing the wild goose’s lofty aspiration, it expresses the expanse of a free man’s spirit.

What a wonderful rendition of ‘The Wild Geese Descend on the Sand,'” Nina’s gaze became a bit entranced, as if she saw not Ye Yinzhu playing in the center of the Trial Field, but his mentor, the one she had longed for so long…