Chapter 617 - 340: Sound Skill

Chapter 617: Chapter 340: Sound Skill

As time slipped away second by second, from Ouyang Tianxu’s complex gaze, a group of people indeed approached from afar.

Leading the group was someone Ouyang Tianxu had met before.

The Valley Master of Little Cold Valley, Han Yiren!

Although most of those following behind him were unfamiliar to him, there were still a few familiar faces.

From a distance, Ouyang Tianxu could even hear their conversation.

"Liu Zhaonian dodges the heavy and picks the light, claiming to know nothing about the Celestial Evil Cult whenever it’s mentioned...

"We hold little sway, even holding this Blood Book can’t force him to admit Duan Qinghe wrote these books, truly outrageous!"

"Valley Master Han is right, if we can’t handle it, we can find someone who can.

"The experts from Liexing and Liaoyuan Mansions are on their way to Celestial Melody City.

"We can directly find them, surely we won’t allow this unrighteous Celestial Sound Mansion to act with such impunity!"

"Present the Blood Book, hoping Valley Master Han and Mansion Master Ouyang can uphold justice for the Martial World!"

In the midst of discussions, Han Yiren appeared somewhat absent-minded.

Someone asked him a question, yet he didn’t respond.

The sound of discussions abruptly ceased when they were halfway through Qingquan Gorge.

The strange atmosphere around them made them instinctively stop their actions...

Although the people present were not experts from the Three Mansions, Three Gates, and Three Sects, the more one is a wanderer in the Martial World, the keener their intuition.

Licking the blood off their blades, rolling and crawling for years, without such intuition, they wouldn’t know how many times they’d have died.

The silence lasted only a moment before someone suddenly spoke:

"Ambush!!"

As soon as these three words were uttered, a dart flew towards them.

This dart was not an ordinary object; as it flew through the air, it produced an exceptionally intense whistling sound.

The sound, emitted using Inner Strength, had the power to disturb one’s mind.

Many who heard this sound felt momentarily disoriented, but fortunately, those with profound Inner Power were unaffected.

Immediately, someone leaped forward, letting out a fierce shout.

Like an enlightenment, it brought everyone present back to their senses.

Only to see a woman casually grab, as if picking things from a bag, taking all the darts aimed at her into her palm; after a glance, she loudly declared:

"It’s the ’Celestial Sound Shuttle’, those ambushing us are from Celestial Sound Mansion!!"

At this moment, everyone present showcased their Divine Powers, managing to evade all the Celestial Sound Shuttles, with only a few injured, but none seriously.

Yet as the woman’s voice fell, numerous shadows emerged from the darkness.

Han Yiren and the others glanced around, realizing they were already surrounded.

"What a Celestial Sound Mansion, appearing noble and righteous on the surface, but plotting an ambush behind our backs!"

"We’ve long wished to experience the skills of the Three Mansions, Three Gates, and Three Sects; today is the day to fulfill that wish!"

"As long as we aren’t all dead today, if even one of us escape, we must expose Celestial Sound Mansion’s true face to the world!!"

Ultimately, being ruthless fighters in the Martial World, faced with this sudden encirclement, they not only showed no fear but were incited to ferocity.

Han Yiren, however, knew this group was no ordinary bunch.

The words Chu Qing had told him before were coming true now; yet he wondered, where is Chu Qing at this moment... and what are his plans?

Before this group had revealed themselves, Han Yiren couldn’t help but overthink, with all sorts of distracting thoughts, even trembling with fear.

But now that this group had shown up, he felt more at ease than before.

He was pondering when Chu Qing’s plan would reveal itself, as the group of black-clad figures began to act.

In their movements, there was either swirling blood light or a spreading black mist, and even some had faint lightning visible between their fingers.

Witnessing this scene, Ouyang Tianxu, hiding in the shadows, slightly narrowed his eyes.

"The martial arts of the Celestial Evil Cult are always diverse, that blood light is likely the [Blood Demon Scripture].

"Or it could be the [Blood Transformation Divine Palm].

"The black mist is hard to say... too many Demon Skills produce this black mist...

"As for the lightning, it highly resembles the [Myruad Destruction Yin Thunder Technique]."

Chu Qing explained it to him from the side.

Ouyang Tianxu looked at Chu Qing in surprise:

"How do you know so much?"

"Just happened to kill many of them..."

Chu Qing casually replied, and then met another gaze.

That gaze was seeking direction.

Chu Qing immediately nodded, signaling it was time to act.

Seeing this, the person didn’t hesitate anymore, and with a wave of his hand, the Celestial Sound Mansion disciples, long prepared, suddenly acted simultaneously!

Chu Qing noticed that as they acted, they seemed to have a look of clenched teeth and resentment on their faces.

What was happening?

In a state of astonishment, he heard the sounds that resembled the wind and crane coming from all directions.

This sound was familiar to everyone present; it was the sound of the ’Celestial Sound Shuttle’.

But unlike the earlier round, this time the sound was even grander, and staggered, as if each Celestial Sound Shuttle’s motion was aware of the others, ultimately converging yet inexplicably harmonious.

Han Yiren and numerous scattered martial artists were taken aback.

Initially, they thought the ambushers were divided into two groups, one appearing to draw attention, while the other remained hidden, executing sneak attacks.

But the next moment, they discovered that all the Celestial Sound Shuttles in the sky were actually targeting the group of black-clad figures.

This group of black-clad figures was also quite shocked, hastily defending themselves.

In an instant, the sound of clashing was endless, and sparks flew in all directions.

A Celestial Sound Shuttle flew perfectly well, then suddenly swerved, tracing an arc in the air, and without warning, aimed at someone’s neck.