The words had barely left his mouth!
The four Sea Clan cultivators behind the Saintess suddenly shook their forms, their bodies becoming a blur as they rapidly darted around her.
After the four briefly stamped their feet down to stand firm again, they had vaguely formed a battle array.
In each person's hand already was an exquisitely made spiritual instrument, which by appearance, seemed to be all made from some type of flawless jade. They were a verdant jade flute, a red jade drum, a pair of obsidian jade cymbals, and a green jade lute.
"Attack."
The smile on the Saintess's face abruptly vanished, and with a light shout, a white jade ancient zither that radiated a faint silver glow was already levitating calmly before her. Her fingers danced across the strings, continuously plucking or gently stroking in a blazing flurry of movements that dazzled onlookers, the speed so fast it made one's head spin, yet it vaguely contained a strange rhythm.