830: Chapter 264: Fierce Battle at Qin City’s Central Plaza (Part 2) 830: Chapter 264: Fierce Battle at Qin City’s Central Plaza (Part 2) He formally took An Qi as his disciple.
With his growing age, his spirit always needed an anchor, and to Sloan, An Qi had already bee that anchor.
He certainly didn’t fear An Qi’s betrayal; with soul control techniques at his disposal, An Qi would never be able to escape his grasp.
This was also an important reason why An Qi’s strength had been able to advance to the Ninth Rank Zi rank.
Sloan also wished for her, who cultivated both Magic and Martial Arts, to attempt breaking through to the Sub-God rank of the Demon Martial Extreme Wall.
At this moment, watching Zi take control of An Qi, Sloan actually felt an inexplicable nervousness; after all, training a disciple of this caliber was not something that could be achieved in a day or two.
Suddenly hearing Sloan’s voice, An Qi was startled out of her bliss, crying out in alarm, “Teacher.”
An Qi’s voice was directly misunderstood by Sloan; in his mind, he took it as a cry for help.
His gaze instantly turned even sharper.
Zi casually destroyed the enemy before him, looking up at Sloan in the sky with an icy look that did not waver in the face of the formidable pressure the other was imposing, only to say coldly, “What are you even worth.”
Ye Yinzhu’s hatred was Zi’s hatred.
If it weren’t for this Faran scoundrel, Yin Zhu would not have lost his sight and taste.
If it weren’t for this scoundrel, An Qi would not have found it so difficult to separate from him.
Sloan clearly sensed the provocative aura from Zi, and he laughed in rage.
His magic wand tapped downward, and a thick black light suddenly shot down, aiming straight for the top of Zi’s head.
This simple instant attack should not be underestimated; ing from someone of Sloan’s caliber, the effect was parable to that of a single-target Forbidden Curse.
A hint of cold smile appeared at the corner of Zi’s mouth.
With one arm, he held the panicking An Qi tightly, and with the other hand raised, the initially long and narrow purple light instantly transformed, turning into a round shield with a diameter of one meter, looking as if it was carved from Amethyst, pletely crystal clear throughout.
“Amethyst, Refraction.” His low voice seemed to mand heaven and earth.
Purple light was concealed within, but when the black light fell upon it, Zi’s shield tilted slightly, and the black light seemed to meet no resistance or collision, but under the smooth amethyst shield, its direction changed, directly falling upon the group of Faran knights.
The intense corrosive aura, carrying a repugnant smell, instantly spread, dozens of Faran knights were suddenly attacked by the potent toxins, the massive energy fluctuations released suddenly, and skeleton after skeleton with pletely corroded flesh slowly fell to dust.
Just as Zi was preparing to launch an attack on Sloan, suddenly, a cold voice resounded in the air, “Sloan, your opponent is me.”
A slender figure seemingly appeared out of thin air, approaching quickly from afar, and in the blink of an eye, was already in front of Sloan.
Pitch-black eyes, long black hair that fell to his waist, white clothes fluttering, he exuded an elegance that was so noble.
The cold face carried a calm breath; finally, he had e.
“Zither Emperor, Zither Emperor, Zither Emperor.” The shouts like the crashing of mountains and tsunami arose from the mouths of every warrior fighting in Qin City.
For Qin City, the Zither Emperor was the pillar and symbol of Qin City.
At this critical moment of the war, their most powerful hero, His Excellency, the Zither Emperor, finally appeared.
The morale of the soldiers of Qin City nearly increased geometrically, the previously retreating situation came to an abrupt halt, and they mustered all their energy to launch a counterattack against the Faran Legion, momentarily halting the retreat.
Indeed, the one who came was Ye Yinzhu.
His pitch-black eyes were bright and clear; if one did not already know, nobody would have thought that such eyes were actually blind.
The sudden appearance of Ye Yinzhu immediately shocked Sloan, his keen perception immediately detecting that this young man’s strength had indeed broken through to the Sub-God rank, reaching a level pletely different from the Zi rank without the aid of any Divine Artifacts.
A teacher truly deserves to be called a teacher!
How old was this young man this year?
Yet he had already achieved so much.
Given time, perhaps Faran would indeed be destroyed by his hands.
Sloan’s pupils slightly narrowed, “So you’ve finally deigned to appear?
Ye Yinzhu, today is the day you die.”
Ye Yinzhu responded indifferently, “It’s either your death or my demise.” Without any halo appearing, it was almost instantaneous, the creamy-white Ancient Zither had already appeared out of nowhere before him.
The addition of the Super Divine Artefact Deadwood Dragon Chanting Zither immediately transformed Ye Yinzhu’s aura.
Despite the enormous pressure from Sloan, it did not waver in the slightest.
Sloan’s attention had been pletely shifted from Zi to Ye Yinzhu; after all, this young man had once defeated him.
Even though it was with the help of his teacher’s Soul Fire, now this young man had also reached the Sub-God rank, and the gap between them was not as vast as the last time.
He also possessed a Super Divine Artefact; this battle would definitely not be easy for Sloan.
His internal injuries had yet to heal, and he had to be cautious in facing Ye Yinzhu.
Wand held vertical in front of his chest, the brilliance of Phil Jackson’s Soul Bead erupted with light, each pulse causing a violent tremor in the air.
Even Sloan’s body became distorted in this radiance.
This was the true power of his staff, which, thanks to Phil Jackson’s Soul Bead, also existed as an artifact of Super Divine Artefact rank.
Taking a deep breath, Sloan’s eyes sparked with a cold light as he fixed his gaze on Ye Yinzhu, from behind whom a round shadow slowly rose.
Ye Yinzhu stood quietly in place.
pared to the imposing Sloan, he seemed much more solitary.
However, upon closer inspection, one could see the energy around his body slowly twisting, forming faint water-like ripples.
The gentle fluctuation of energy burst forth with a strong presence.
Ye Yinzhu’s hands pressed simultaneously on the Desolate Dragon Yin’s Zither.
With a humming sound, seven high-frequency Sound Blades, nearly invisible to the naked eye, fluttered out like phantoms.
As soon as the sound echoed, the Sound Blades had already reached in front of Sloan.
The tremor of the seven notes was like seven piercing knives assaulting Sloan’s spiritual power.
The high-frequency Sound Blades, that manifested after the breakthrough of the Magic Martial Limit, were now flawless.
What seemed like light-floating energy possessed an extremely terrifying lethality, effectively seven instant-cast single-target forbidden curses.
What shocked Sloan even more was that he was horrified to discover that each of these seven Sound Blades was imbued with intense Light Element.
And these Light Elements seemed to burst forth unexpectedly, only fully exploding as the Sound Blades reached right in front of him.
Isn’t he the disciple of that teacher?
He should have inherited the teacher’s Undead Magic or dark magic, how could he possess such pure Light Element, with a purity that could even pare to O’Brien’s Light attribute magic?
Of course, Sloan wouldn’t understand that, after breaking through the Magic Martial Limit to Sub-God rank, bined with the Silver Dragon Imprint Ye Yinzhu originally possessed, he had cultivated an unprecedented Original Force.
His own energy was without any attributes, yet it could transform into the characteristics of any attribute.
Against a dark magic Mage like Sloan, the Light Element was undoubtedly the best choice.
A low chant erupted from Sloan’s mouth, and the staff in his hand suddenly rotated a full circle, instantly bringing a pitch-black shield to appear in front of him.
Light could overe darkness, but when darkness grew strong enough, it could also overe light.
Filled with rending explosions, Ye Yinzhu and Sloan both trembled violently amid the thunderous booms.
Sloan remained floating in place, while Ye Yinzhu was pushed back fifty meters, his Divine Source Magic Robe fluctuating intensely.
After all, Sloan had Eighth Rank Sub-God rank strength, and even though Ye Yinzhu’s attack magic restrained him and leveraged the special offensive nature of the high-frequency Sound Blades, he was still at a disadvantage in the face of Sloan’s strength, bined with the Super Divine Artefact.
Ye Yinzhu showed no sign of panic; this was something he had anticipated.
If Sloan were that easy to deal with, he wouldn’t be Sloan.
A strange, clear whistling sound burst from Ye Yinzhu’s mouth.
The sound rolled out, and the water-like rhythmic energy around his body became even more pronounced, making his entire figure seem somewhat blurred.
Sloan’s heart startled because the estimate of Ye Yinzhu’s strength made him extremely cautious, and instead of pursuing, he assumed a defensive stance.
With his keen spiritual power, he detected that Ye Yinzhu’s long whistle was no simple matter—it actually contained a vast Soul Power.
At the same time, his fingers lightly danced, and a zither tune filled with a mournful and sorrowful air wafted up.
There was no release of the Divine Music Halo, but the enchanting melody of the zither, enhanced by Ye Yinzhu’s powerful Original Force, spread throughout Qin City’s Central Plaza.
Just as Sloan was worried Ye Yinzhu’s zither music would affect the overall situation and was preparing to switch from defense to attack, he found that although Ye Yinzhu’s tune was imbued with a vast Soul Breath, it had no effect on the battlefield at all, neither attack nor amplification nor weakening, nor did it affect the Faran Mages from continually using their magic.
What is this kid doing?
A strong doubt arose in Sloan’s heart.
As the Zither Emperor, the lord of Qin City, in such an important battle, Ye Yinzhu naturally wouldn’t do anything pointless.
Soon, he made it clear to Sloan, and indeed the entire Faran Legion, just what he was doing.
Rumbling dragon roars filled with miserable sorrow and a sense of deadly intent echoed from afar.
Below the rainbows of clouds in the sky, a swath of dark clouds appeared, moving with exceptional speed.
Their pace through the sky was astonishingly swift, heading directly toward the central part of the plaza above Qin City, where the aerial battle between Qin City and the Faran cavalry raged.
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