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Zither Emperor

Nine-tiered zither notes shake the cosmos, who dares not know their master upon hearing? Rainbow-colored magic represents ranks, heroically raising the grand curtain. The Zither Emperor, bringing revolutionary changes to this continent. Accompanied by the emergence of the once in eternity Pure Qinxin, a generation Zither Mage, is born quietly in the blue sky and sea. This is the story of an innocent boy gradually becoming the emperor of zithers, pioneering Music Magic, overturning prior settings. Red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, violet - the rainbow-grade becomes the standard of measurement for all martial skills and magic. A profession once considered as useless as chicken ribs, because of his emergence, becomes an immortal legend and myth. He, on the other hand, is like a dazzling new star making it impossible for anyone to ignore his radiance. Even the nearly invincible dragons cannot lift their arrogant heads in front of the Zither Emperor, for before them is someone god-like... Pioneering Music Magic, overturning prior settings, the rainbow-grade will become the standard of measurement for all martial skills and magic. Dragons are no longer invincible creatures, this will be a novel high with dragons. The Divine Music Master, a branch of the Spirit Mages, the most noble but useless profession on the Ryuzakinus Continent. But, is it really useless? The once in eternity Pure Qinxin, a generation Zither Mage, is quietly born in the blue sky and sea. This is the story of an innocent boy gradually becoming the emperor of zithers. But, is he really just the emperor of zithers?

Tang Jia San Shao · Fantasy
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1054 Chs

Chapter 263 War Behemoth VS Mammoth Holy Knight (Part 2)

The low chant began to rise, its clear yet bizarre tones unintelligible to any who heard it. As the battle reached a stalemate, Master of the Dark Tower, Sloan, could no longer restrain himself from acting. Black light slowly circled around his body, and his eyes had turned completely into ghostly white orbs. With a Soul Bead-embedded magic wand in his right hand, he extended both arms at his sides and began to make slight shaking motions. An extraordinarily weird fluctuation of magic began to coil around him, and the deep incantation became increasingly intense, almost like a shriek.

Inside the Ancient Tree, watching the battlefield, Anya's expression suddenly changed dramatically. As the Elf Queen, her spirit was fused with the Ancient Tree; as Sloan's chanting began, Anya felt a wave of fear emanating from the Ancient Tree. The once-vibrant life force was now rapidly retracting, even becoming somewhat frantically inward-drawing.