379 You Flatter Me (1/2)

”Don't be afraid! Watch me!” That came from the mysterious Angloian grandmaster. However, then he gripped his chin and pondered for a long while before suddenly asking, ”Oh right, little Yezi, what school do you study?”

Ye Qingxuan was speechless. Why did he have to call his name so intimately? Were they that close? But despite being annoyed, he replied honestly, ”Abstinence, and also Illusion, Mind, and Revelations.”

”Oh…oh?!” He was shocked. ”Uh, you learned all that? That's great! But how come none of them are for fighting? Are you a pacifist?”

Ye Qingxuan was speechless again. ”Just tell me what you need.”

”Sure!” He pointed somewhere. ”Later, watch my face. Once I make a gesture, take your most destructive music score and bomb in that direction, got it?”

Ye Qingxuan nodded. Then he looked up at the shadowy 'face' under the hood and almost died. ”Can you show me your face first?”

”Ah, then just watch my eyes…err, whatever! Just do it!” Here, the weird master gave up on faces and eyes. He just rolled up his sleeves. Taking out a very familiar flute, he created the echoes of wind and sand. Instantly, a wolf howled. It seemed that pair after pair of beastly eyes lit up in the long night. Those eyes shone with green light, like will o' wisps.

Then pained cries sounded in the darkness. The Styx halted. A tiny and practically imperceptible 'opening' was created. Without time to think, Ye Qingxuan pulled out the sword in his knight's armor and wiped his finger on the blade.

Jiu Xiao Huan Pei's strings surged with lightning. Layers of electricity lay on the blade in his finger's path, forming music notes. It instantly wove into a complex yet majestic symphony of predestination. Then the blinding electricity disappeared, replaced by moonlight as blue as water. The sword seemed to reflect the nonexistent moonlight and cast a tangible murderous spirit.

All grandmasters within ten steps felt the hair-rising murderous intent converge on that sword. Even the fierce green gold sword could not bear the heaviness and clacked as if it would crack soon.

Ye Qingxuan gripped the hilt and hoisted the sword up. Scalding heat sprayed from the plate of armor on his back, giving him unprecedented power. Then he thrusted the sword forward.

Under the chilling melody, the sword of moonlight whistled and flew out! It was the symphony of predestination of Moonlight—the eighteenth measure Sword! The sword that seemed to be singing buried into the darkness. Like a pair of scissors, it cut apart the black velvet. The darkness cried out and evaporated.

The moonlight left a straight slash in the air. White waves rushed forward.

Everything was collapsing!

An explosion followed.

Pained cries sounded again.

One could vaguely see a grandmaster hidden in the darkness get slashed by the blade. A hole burst in his chest. The sacred bell in his hands was pierced too. It shattered, destroyed by the explosive moonlight, and transformed into black shards that flew in all directions.

The Styx called forth by the bell shook and disappeared.

Ye Qingxuan was more surprised that he had hit the mark. The moonlight was destructive against demons and dark musicians but was uncertain against people at the grandmaster level. A properly trained knight would never give his enemy to chance to aim at him.

The purification music theory within the moonlight could be sensed in a hundred-foot radius. Without waiting for the dark musician's reaction, the abyss music theory within him would turn on its own and try to avoid the moonlight. It could instantly destroy Ye Qingxuan. However, despite the odds, he had hit his mark and even pierced the weapon that controlled the Styx.

He quickly saw the answer.