Someone retorted: "You know nothing, Suning possesses the Dragon and Phoenix Divine Sense, and combined with his cultivation, he can completely jump to the realm to kill the enemy."
"He is currently at the fifth level of True Immortal Dzogchen. Against Shangguan Yan, who is in the middle of the sixth level of True Immortal, the two are indeed equally matched opponents."
"I think it was decided by all the direct disciples of Xueqing Immortal Palace to let Shangguan Yan take action against Suning."
“I don’t want to be criticized, let alone be blamed.
"Tsk, that's it..."
Everyone agreed and gathered in small groups to watch.
"Do you need my master's instruction to teach you?"
"Suning, you think too highly of yourself."
Shangguan's face was gloomy and his eyes were bulging as he said: "If you are capable of inheriting Jiang Lin'an's mantle, you must be ready to face challenges from all forces at any time."
"A verbal argument cannot prove your strength, it will only be treated as a joke."
"Remember, the one who defeated you today is Shangguan Yan, the sixth disciple of Xueqing Immortal Realm."
The legs are bent forward, and the afterimage floats.
Shangguan's temples were still in place, seemingly untouched.
But in the invisible night sky, dense white frost spots suddenly descended, forming huge ice and snow curtains around Suning.
Front, back, left, right.
In just three or four seconds, all directions were completely blocked.
"receive."
Shangguan looked at him coldly and spat out a drop of blood from the tip of his tongue.
"Buzz buzz."
Scarlet blood droplets swirled in front of him, and strangely turned into thin blood mist before exploding in response.
"Crash."
The ice and snow light curtain quickly faded, replaced by black strings whose exact number was difficult to discern with the naked eye.
The strings, engraved with obscure symbols and words, were as black as ink and criss-crossed the defensive formation, as if they were spider webs pulled out of thin air, forcibly covering Suning.
"I told you to give you ten moves, but this is just the first move."
"But if you don't fight back, you will never have the chance to fight back..."
Shangguan stood proudly, his arms wrapped around his chest still not falling.
"Boom."
Moving his right foot forward, someone plucked the strings.
First, the first string beats up and down, and the sound is rich and deep.
Not long after, it seemed like all the strings were being touched with great force, emitting a deafening, sharp roar.
"It's the first song of Xue Qing's six songs, Qin Ge."
Among the crowd watching the battle below, a knowledgeable person said with fear: "This is a high-grade magical technique created by Empress Xueqing. It has six levels in total."
"Each layer corresponds to a musical instrument, which is extremely lethal."
"Shang Guanyan's cultivation level is in the middle stage of the sixth rank of True Immortal. He can at most practice this technique to the second song of "Xun Song"."
"The music of the piano confuses the mind, making people in a trance and at the same time having their internal organs broken."
"Xun songs move the soul and are intended to destroy the foundation of people's spiritual practice."
"Sure enough, this guy didn't even think about testing out the first confrontation. He only wanted to defeat Suning."
"Everyone, stay away, don't be affected by the sound of the piano..."
He only said half of what he said when the few practitioners standing at the front of the crowd suddenly held their heads and screamed, bleeding from all seven holes.
“Ding-deng-deng.”
They staggered backwards, sometimes laughing maniacally, sometimes shouting hysterically.
Finally, they all fell to the ground weakly, curled up and their eyes were distracted.
"How dare you stand in front of a group of people who don't know how to live or die?"
The elegant young man who had previously explained to everyone how powerful "Six Songs of the Snow" was looked at with squinting contempt, showing a look of gloating over misfortune.
