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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 · Kỳ huyễn
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925 Chs

Chapter 269: The Death of a Great Commander (Part 2)

Struggling to turn his body toward the rear of Holy Light City, he gazed toward the south. Marshal Martin raised his head and cried out, "Your Majesty, your servant, Marshal Martin, has remained loyal to the Empire. Long live Milan."

With a loud boom— Marshal Martin violently shook off the nine Zi Zhu Magic Needles and Green Silk attached to him by Ye Yinzhu, spitting out a mouthful of fresh blood. With a faint smile, a touch of obstinacy, and immense pride, he fell into the embrace of the new Clan Leader of the Zi Luolan family, his last grandson.

"Grand— Grand—"

Atop the city walls, there was a chorus of sorrow. All the warriors of the Northern Legion, those who still could move, all knelt on the ground. Their Marshal, Martin, had departed this world, but he had forever instilled the pride of the Zi Luolan family in these warriors' hearts.

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