"Step back, all of you. I will duel him alone."
The Ninth-Fingered Zither Saint, the man in white, spoke to the Twelve Zither Masters, unwilling to see any of them injured or killed by Jian Angxing's hands.
Yet not one of the Twelve Zither Masters retreated. The eldest among them chuckled and said, "As long as the zither remains, we can still fight."
The man in white turned to glance at the Twelve Zither Masters, sighed helplessly, but his gaze grew increasingly resolute.
"The Heaven Earth Sword may be powerful, but my zither melodies are sharper than your blade," he remarked lightly, as the black zither in front of him erupted with another wave of intense music.
Even though Jian Angxing was prepared and had sealed off his hearing beforehand, the melody was strangely eerie, seeping into his body from every nook and cranny, still affecting him.
Jian Angxing's vision blurred instantly, and a wisp of confusion inevitably arose in his mind.
