Everybody was looking towards the sky at the black silhouette.
They only saw that a cold smile had appeared on that black silhouette. He then said coldly: “Anyway, I will give you the time of ten breathes, if you don’t end your own life then I will personally kill you.”
“How could a real man accept death? I would rather die in a battle. Too bad that I’ve gotten my troops involved.” said Liu Cang Lan while raising his head and looking at that black silhouette in the sky. Dense battle energy started burning around his body. His body then flew into the air. He was determined to fight until the end, how could he humiliate himself with suicide?
The entire Xue Yue army looked extremely saddened. This battle was unfair.
“Since you want to die, I will help you achieve your goal.” said the black silhouette coldly. He gathered the pure energy around his body once again. It contained immense power.
“In a towering rage, I rest under the whistling sound of rain.”
“Gazing into the distance, looking up to the heavens, I utter a long and loud cry. My chest feels painful.”
“Thirty soldiers now with the dust and earth, the moon and the clouds stretching as far as can see.”
Suddenly a song filled the entire battlefield with a harmonious melody.
“If Liu Cang Lan dies today, Prince Mo Jie will be buried here as well.”
That voice was so light and powerful that there was no doubt to the truth contained within those words.
The black silhouette had a respectful expression on his face and he then looked into the distance and said: “Who dares to say such insane things?”
“Han Mo, did you think that the cultivators of Xue Yue were gone?” asked a voice which was growing nearer and nearer to that location. That person was quickly approaching from a great distance away. A short instant later, another silhouette appeared in the sky.
There was a floating cloud of pure Qi underneath that man. He was sitting cross-legged on the cloud of pure Qi, he was just calmly playing the zither in front of him.
“Yan Yu Ping Sheng, if I had known I would have brought a raincoat.”
When Han Mo saw the person, he was astonished. Why had he shown up on the battlefield?
“With magnificent ideals in my mind yet starvation filling my stomach, I eat their flesh. To settle my thirst, I drink their blood.”
The middle-aged man was singing and playing the zither. His fingers drifted above the strings and a white pure Qi emerged. In a flash, an ear piercing sound spread through the air, and suddenly, a thousand soldiers from Mo Yue died miserably under the power of his sound based attack.
While laughing and talking, He reduced the enemy to nothing, killing without spilling blood.
“Han Mo, if you kill my soldiers, I will kill your soldiers. In the same way, if you kill Liu Cang Lan, I kill Mo Jie.” said the middle-aged man coldly while looking at Han Mo. Even though he was killing people, he looked graceful while playing the zither and smiling.
The crowd was astonished. He was another extremely strong cultivator. They couldn’t stop him. One melody from his zither and he could instantly kill a thousand people.
When the Xue Yue troops saw this person, they looked enthusiastic. Their hearts were once again filled with hope.
They had never heard Yan Yu Ping Sheng’s name but they knew that if he could speak that way, it meant that he must be no weaker than the black silhouette. This was one of the elite cultivators of Xue Yue.