The Twelve Zither Masters, each possessing the cultivation of the Great Longevity Realm, played their zithers simultaneously, generating a sound that could shake the heavens.
The melody transformed into a resounding clash of swords and armor, resembling a raging army of a million charging forward, brimming with an aura of bloodshed and slaughter.
Jian Angxing, faced with such an onslaught, did not dare to show the slightest negligence. The Heavenly Zither Peak had stood firm within the Confucian sect for so many years, and the strength of the Twelve Zither Masters was certainly not mere legend or exaggeration.
In Jian Angxing's hand, the ancient sword appeared to come alive, emitting fierce heartbeats from within, accompanied by the primordial roars of an ancient Evil Beast.
With a sudden and thunderous explosion, a streak of earth-shattering brilliance instantly obliterated the melody crafted by the Twelve Zither Masters.
