Chapter 1769 - 651: Five Tonal Killer Sound, Sword Emperor at 100!

The onlookers couldn’t help but praise upon witnessing this.

"The Sikong Sect Master is truly formidable, hiding such an exquisite Blade Technique without using it."

"Indeed, it is quite impressive, as if he has been immersed in this path for many years."

"This Blade Technique is indeed exquisite, but why do I feel like I’ve seen it somewhere before?"

"I also find it familiar, but I can’t recall where at the moment..."

Amidst the discussion, the sound of the zither ceased, and Bo Yan gently nodded. With his Inner Strength, he could play a single note continuously, making it difficult for Sikong Hua Ji to cope.

Yet, as one of the Three Wonders and Five Elders, known as an elegant guest,

he is certainly a contemporary scholar.

How could he stoop to such low means?

He immediately let out a hearty laugh, turned the ancient zither, and plucked again.

How could Sikong Hua Ji allow him to act again? Seeing the Shang Yin end, he immediately tapped his foot, leaped forward, and twisted the Short Blade in his hand, attacking directly.

However, as his finger plucked and released, regardless of how superior Sikong Hua Ji’s Qinggong was, how could he be faster than Bo Yan?

The Jiao Yin was indeed erratic and unpredictable.

With the zither’s sound in his ears, Sikong Hua Ji immediately dodged, but found nothing amiss. Before he could wonder, he felt a heavy blow fall upon him, and he shook violently all over.

Unable to hold back, he spat out a mouthful of fresh blood and staggered back.

He suddenly raised his head, rolled on the ground, disregarding any grace, even resorting to a clumsy donkey roll.

Just as he left his original spot, the ground abruptly shook as if something had hit it.

This sound was elusive and hard to find, real yet unreal, like falling limitless leaves.

It was invisible, intangible, and indeed difficult to withstand or defend against.

Even with Sikong Hua Ji’s unrivaled Divine Skill, he couldn’t avoid it all. In a short while, he suffered several heavy blows, and blood continuously spurted from his mouth.

At this point, the Jiao Yin faded.

Sikong Hua Ji was furious, wanting to rush forward desperately, when he heard Bo Yan’s stern shout:

"Caution!!"

With a finger pluck, the zhi tone rang out.

Sikong Hua Ji’s face changed drastically, suddenly recalling Bo Yan’s previous words.

Among the five tones of Gong, Shang, Jiao, Zheng, and Yu, the zhi tone is the fiercest.

But what kind of ferocity is it?

The next moment, he felt the sound waves rolling in, scorching hot like fire, incessantly, as if trapped in a sea of flames, with no escape.

His Short Blade was now useless, and his inner strength was shattered layer by layer.

He would die!!!

This thought surged in his mind, and Sikong Hua Ji couldn’t help but let out an angry shout.

His robes billowed without wind, and a fierce Vigorous Wind swept out.

In an instant, sand and stones flew around.

With Sikong Hua Ji’s angry roar, it seemed to harmonize with the zither sound.

Suddenly, with both palms turning, he struck out hard.

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!!!

Immediately, a hundred or more resonance sounds emitted from the void. In an instant, the power of the zhi tone scattered in all directions.

Those watching the spectacle, confident in their high martial arts, had no reaction as the zhi tone arrived. By the time they realized it, they were already sent flying, spurting blood, scorched all over.

Some were injured by Sikong Hua Ji’s Inner Strength, spurting blood non-stop, falling silently after hitting the ground.

In that instant, the crowd jumped back, not daring to be drawn into the confrontation between these two great masters.

More people sniffed and caught a whiff of a bloody scent from somewhere?

Looking up again, they saw that the once overwhelmed Sikong Hua Ji was now rushing toward Bo Yan, both palms in front.

Bo Yan’s zhi tone could not hold for even a moment before a loud sound explosion came from both sides.

With each step Sikong Hua Ji took, the ground echoed with a loud bang.

As he got closer, Bo Yan spat out blood with every step.

But Bo Yan looked at Sikong Hua Ji and sneered repeatedly:

"You still say you don’t know the Heavenly Seizing God Transformation Great Technique?

"Is this bloody scent fake?"

"Nonsense, tarnishing my reputation!

"This skill is called the [True Mysterious Skill], taught to me by my Mentor on his deathbed. How could I let you slander it?

"Today, I will kill you with this skill to honor my Mentor’s spirit in heaven!!!"

Saying this, he circled and swirled his hands, as if the surrounding air condensed with his movements.

Bo Yan suddenly looked up, turned the ancient zither in his hand, grasped the zither strings, and unleashed the Five Elements!!

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!!!

The sound resounded through the night. The Five Elements Killing Sound, each alone, was already immensely powerful.

Yet, facing Sikong Hua Ji now, the Five Elements together couldn’t stop him.

Seeing his hands divide and close, breaking through layer by layer, Bo Yan was about to die by his hands.

Hua Shiyi then noticed that the mysterious black-clothed man beside her, with martial skills difficult to gauge, suddenly raised a single Sword Point.

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!

Before Weiyang Palace, across the fields.

Among those present for the event, there was no shortage of skilled swordsmen.

With Su Mo’s two fingers together.

The longswords carried by everyone present suddenly rang out, then clanged as they all unsheathed.

One by one, the longswords flew into the sky, circling high above.

This scene was truly terrifying and astonishing.

And the longswords pointed directly at Sikong Hua Ji.

Sikong Hua Ji’s strike, intended to fall, was stopped by these countless pointed longswords.

He couldn’t strike.

He couldn’t help but look up, face changing dramatically.

"It’s the Baisui Sword Emperor!!!"

"He’s also on Imperial Court Mountain??"

"What is this Baisui Sword Emperor, why have I never heard of him? Surely not a hundred years old?"

"About two months ago, in Baisui City, at dawn before the light, half the city’s longswords suddenly sounded.

"They bowed silently, as if encountering a Sword Emperor!

"The Jianghu was filled with rumors, but no one saw where he was.

"Thus, he was only known as the Baisui Sword Emperor!

"Yet, unexpectedly, he is on Imperial Court Mountain!

"Even more unexpected, he should intervene at this time.

"Could Bo Yan be telling the truth?"

Hua Shiyi seems to have heard this before, looking at Su Mo with even more astonishment:

"You are actually the Baisui Sword Emperor!?"

Su Mo heard this, the corner of his mouth under the veil twitching.

What Baisui Sword Emperor?

Utter nonsense!

With a thought, he pressed down with the Sword Point, turning the hundreds of longswords into a raging river of swords, surging straight toward Sikong Hua Ji!