146 The Divine Horn (2/2)

”The weather is good today.” Smiling, Ye Qingxuan raised his staff. Indra’s Eye reflected the lightning in the sky.

”Do not turn the three realms into ashes!” As if he had pressed a fatal button, the clouds began to tremble and blinding light appeared. It was as if an angry fire was burning behind black paper.

For a moment, the black clouds glowed from the hot lightning, and the world was blindingly white! As if the gods above the clouds were angry, the world shook with the destructive sounds of beating drums.

Amid the thunderous roars, a bolt of lightning tore through the clouds, striking the earth! Even if one shielded their eyes, the burning light was still painful.

The anger of Indra, the god of thunder, was like a sledgehammer, completely ripping apart the blizzard. It obliterated the shields and defensive alchemy equipment as well, and surged into Claude’s body.

Electrocuted, Claude let out a painful cry. He fell to the ground, his body burnt to crisp. Thud! He landed in the mud.

On the rooftop, Ye Qingxuan was once again dizzy from the blood loss and almost fell down head-first. Thankfully, Bai Xi caught him and poured medicine down his throat.

”Hurry, there’s still a bigger fish to catch. This guy is just a small shrimp.” Soon, Ye Qingxuan was energized again. He looked down at the dim Indra’s Eye and sighed. ”But this thing seriously is powerful.”

If an average person used it, they would probably be sapped on the first try. Even Ye Qingxuan, with his dragon blood, suffered from blood loss. But its power was definitely worth the price!

Because of the weather, Indra’s Eye was able to manipulate the lightning and thunder in the clouds. Just as a Resonance musician used the world’s strength, Indra’s Eye used blood, but its power was uncomparable. This was what Ye Qingxuan relied on.

With Indra’s Eye, he was confident even facing three musicians, not to mention someone like Claude, who had fallen from the Resonance level and was badly injured, and could only fight using his instrument.

Ye Qingxuan’s plan was going smoothly. He first used the arrow to lure Claude over, purposely let the man discover him, and used two Rhythm level measures so he would lower his guard and walk out. Ye Qingxuan had won the battle the moment Claude shot up to the sky, laughing maniacally.

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The empty room was in ruins. After the blizzard had swept through, everything had turned to ice. Then in the aftermath of the quakes, it had all turned to dust. That was Indra’s fire. Everything in its path would shatter to pieces!

Ye Qingxuan dragged Claude into the room and tossed the man onto the ground. The raging thunder landed on his body, and all the alchemy equipment was destroyed instantly.

Ye Qingxuan had miscalculated and used a bit too much force. He had almost burned this guy to ashes. Even so, the man was barely alive.

Thankfully, musicians were accustomed to aether, and after years of penetration, their bones were strengthened. And when a musician resonated with the world, his physical strength would soar too. His vitality would be as strong as a cockroach.

If musicians did not have such vitality, Ye Qingxuan would seriously go crazy. He had worked so hard just to have someone he could question!

After having a vessel of medicine poured down his throat, Claude moaned painfully and spat out black blood. ”Who…” He opened his eyes with difficulty. They were filled with confusion and resentment. ”Who are you?”

”Ah, you can still talk! That’s great.” A foot stepped onto his body and a smile appeared on the shadow’s face. ”It was first time using that technique, so I didn’t control it well. My apologies. But you’re so powerful…what if I don’t kill you and you fight back?”

”Who’s there?” Claude’s face was shockingly white. He tried to see what the man looked like but it was all a blur.

”You can’t see?” The youth with a cane stooped down, politely lowering his hunting hat. ”We meet again, Mr. Royal Musician Claude.”

”It’s…you!” When he finally saw the smiling face clearly, fear enveloped Claude. He could still remember the scared and confused youth from the daytime, but now, the smiling face was filled with a terrifying strangeness.

He tried to speak, but could only cough violently. ”Who—who—who are you?!”

”I almost forgot to introduce myself. You can call me Holmes. The Vengeful Spirit, Sherlock Holmes.” The youth grinned. ”That’s right. I’m the dark musician who’s been making headlines recently.”