Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!
Zhu Hao merely fiddled with the Tianmo Zither for a moment, and patches of snow-white sword light lit up the night sky.
An incomparably sharp sword intent swept in all directions.
Everyone's expression changed drastically, and they hurriedly fled as far away as possible.
"Run!"
"Damn it…what is this?”
"How can he control the Tianmo Zither? This is impossible!"
"He is clearly using a zither, but why is he displaying an omnipresent sword intent? This sword intent…is something I have never seen before!”
Rumble!
Thunderous booms resounded and spread out crazily with Zhu Hao as the center.
Ah--
In the dark night, miserable howls sounded continuously.
It was a killer who had been hiding nearby, seemingly looking for an opportunity to launch another fatal blow.
Unfortunately, he no longer had the chance to escape.
The smell of blood in the air was getting thicker. If someone were to look down at the Fu Wei Bodyguard Agency from above, they would find mutilated corpses everywhere.
The blood mixed with the rain and seeped into the soil, turning the ground red.
Coincidentally, after those assassins died in Zhu Hao's sword intent, this strange rain stopped.
Whoosh--
The surroundings fell silent.
The sound of rapid and labored breathing could be heard clearly.
Zhu Hao's expression was calm, and there was a faint smile in his eyes as he took in everyone who had fled hundreds of meters away.
"You can actually…control the Tianmo Zither?”Huang Xuemei's delicate face was filled with shock.
As the current owner of the Tianmo Zither, she was very familiar with it.
It was true that it was powerful, but it was also true that it was dangerous and difficult to control.
If one didn't have an extremely rich internal strength as a foundation, forget about using offensive techniques, even playing a tune would be as difficult as ascending to the heavens.
Not to mention that the Tianmo Zither still contained killing intent, demonic energy, and hostility that had accumulated for countless years…
Those with a slightly weaker temperament would be demonized upon contact, turning into a devil that only knew how to kill!
Even with Huang Xuemei's current cultivation, her mind would still be affected by the long-term use of the Tianmo Zither. She would become more and more cold-blooded, and it would be more and more difficult to control her desire to kill.
But this youth in front of him!
From the beginning to the end, no matter how the situation developed and changed, he was still extremely indifferent. He was like a cold spring on a ten thousand feet snow mountain, without the slightest fluctuation!
He could actually control the Tianmo Zither?
Judging from the attack he had just executed, it was clearly done with ease and did not feel forced at all.
Moreover, the terrifying power caused by a casual flick.
It was comparable to the full power of the Heavenly Demon Zither when she was at her peak.
In terms of killing and penetrating power, it even surpassed him!
This was because what he was using was not an ordinary sound wave attack, but pure sword intent!
What did this mean?
This ninth prince of the Ming Dynasty, who was not even twenty years old, had an internal strength cultivation that was not inferior to a martial grandmaster.
He was unyielding and had a heaven-defying temperament and will.
Using the zither music as a sword required his attainments in the way of the sword to reach the supreme realm where everything could be used as a sword without a sword in his hand!
His extremely powerful comprehension and talent allowed him to integrate what he had learned into the offensive power of the Heavenly Demon Zither.
All these things combined together!
He was clearly a heaven-defying monster.
But how old was he?
That extraordinarily handsome, slightly immature face, and the ever-smiling expression made it difficult for people to connect all of this together.
But the truth was right in front of him.
The young man was still standing there with his zither in his arms, and his posture had not changed.
No matter how absurd it was, they had no choice but to believe it!
"This kid…is definitely a martial grandmaster!”The black-robed man panted heavily and coughed dryly. There was a hint of helplessness in his dispirited eyes.
No matter how much he had calculated, he had never expected that the Ninth Prince of the Ming Dynasty, who had always been heavily protected, would actually be the most powerful existence in the imperial court's diplomatic mission!
"But how old is he?" Guo Songyang sucked in a breath of cold air, his gaze fixed on Zhu Hao.
"Do you want me to believe that he's not a martial grandmaster?”The black-robed man sneered.
Guo Songyang was silent.
Indeed, if Zhu Hao wasn't a martial grandmaster yet, but he had such an incredible foundation and battle prowess…
If he were to step into the realm of martial grandmaster, the world would probably tremble!
"It's already difficult to succeed today. Let's retreat first!" As soon as the black-robed man finished speaking, he leaped up and was about to disappear into the darkness.
When the remaining few people saw this, their gazes lingered on Zhu Hao for a moment before similarly turning around and leaving.
But at this moment, Zhu Hao, who had been silent all this while, moved!
The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and he muttered,""Did this king say that you can leave?”
His voice was very soft, but it sounded like a bolt of lightning in their ears.
Their hearts skipped a beat, as if something terrifying was blowing cold air at the back of their necks.
He immediately panicked and mobilized the true qi in his body to increase his speed to the limit.
Zi la!
In the night, a bluish-purple light rose from the ground.
In the next moment, Zhu Hao disappeared from where he was.
"This is…lightning?" Not far away, Lin Yuantu and Feng Qingyang were flabbergasted when they saw this scene.
"Where did the lightning come from?”
Three Thousand Lightning Movement!
Lightning Flash!
The lightning was as fast as a swan. In practically the instant Zhu Hao disappeared, it arrived behind the black-robed man who was the first to escape.
"What?" The black-robed man was scared out of his wits. He reflexively circulated all the true energy in his body and slapped it towards Zhu Hao's chest.
"Hunyuan Art…Tsk tsk, I knew it was you!”The corners of Zhu Hao's mouth curled up, but his body did not dodge, allowing the black-robed person's palm to hit his chest.
"Heh, you're so arrogant. You're courting death!" When the black-robed man saw this, his eyes suddenly lit up.
It was as if he could already see the scene of the young man in front of him dying from his internal organs being shattered by his palm.
However, the next moment, his smile froze.
Although the strength of his palm was heavy, Zhu Hao's body did not even sway.
When his palm came into contact with her chest, he felt that it was as warm as jade. It was completely unlike the skin of an ordinary person.
Whoosh!
Suddenly, a gust of wind blew past, and a corner of Zhu Hao's collar was blown open.
A ray of white jade light entered the black-robed man's eyes.
Vajra Glass Body!
"You!" The black-robed man was instantly terrified. He looked at the young face in front of him as if he had seen a ghost.
He had been cultivating for so many years, but he had never seen anyone who could withstand his angry attack so effortlessly.
Perhaps only the divine monk Kong Jian of Shaolin could do this.
But Zhu Hao's cultivation technique was clearly not the Indestructible Body of Vajra!
He finally understood why the Xiantian experts from the martial arts sects had such expressions.
He was experiencing the same fear and terror!
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