The strings of the Black Zither shattered completely!
The Ninth-Fingered Zither Saint could hear the zither sound that only he himself could perceive. Each note pierced his ears, each reverberation shook his soul.
When the zither sound abruptly ceased, the Ninth-Fingered Zither Saint spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, staining his snow-white robe crimson.
His mental state plummeted—a crushing blow. Though his cultivation remained intact, he was no longer the proud and arrogant Ninth-Fingered Zither Saint.
Fang Lin witnessed the scene and understood immediately—Dugu Nian had shattered the Ninth-Fingered Zither Saint's technique in the Tao of the Zither, breaking his mental state.
Without hesitation, Fang Lin thrust forth his ancient spear, beheading the Ninth-Fingered Zither Saint.
Not stopping there, the spear broke through the Ninth-Fingered Zither Saint's forehead, annihilating his soul in the process.
The former master of Heavenly Zither Peak had fallen.
