I Fabricated the Techniques, but my disciple really mastered them? Chapter 170 - 119: The Art of Sound Murder, The Frustrated I

Chapter 170: Chapter 119: The Art of Sound Murder, The Frustrated Illusionisti

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Xu Yan was listening closely to the Thousand Illusion Demonic lody, trying to comprehend the power within it. The clear tones from the flute seed to break directly into one’s mind and body.

His heartbeat synchronized with the flute sound, giving the feeling that if the lody stopped, his heart would stop beating.

Those who heard the flute sound beca ntally disoriented, illusions appearing before their eyes.

It seed that the lody could magnify the hidden thoughts in people’s hearts, turning them into illusions.

“This type of sound-killing technique is sowhat unique, and difficult to resist. The weak will fall into it upon hearing it and can’t extricate themselves.” Xu Yan felt like he had gained so understanding.

“The Thousand Illusion Demonic lody, so this is what it is. It’s quite profound, but too weak. I wonder if it’s because the cultivation technique itself is weak, or because the other party is not strong enough?”

Xu Yan was bewildered. He had enlightened himself about the sound-killing technique, which should have been incredibly strong, a powerful killing technique ant to directly slay the enemy.

However, the Thousand Illusion Demonic lody was not as strong as he had imagined.

He didn’t even have to consciously defend himself; when the Thousand Illusion Demonic lody entered his ears, it simply sounded like an ordinary tune and could not interfere with him at all.

The voice of Du Yuying next to him ca in, and Xu Yan was instantly delighted – another three seventh-ranked Spiritual dicines were in hand.

He glanced at Du Yuying. Her delicate face was flushed, and her eyes were becoming vacant, as if she were about to plunge into the illusion.

But she was still hanging on.

“She’s not bad, maintaining herself to this point with only a third-level strength.”

Xu Yan was a little surprised.

The guards were all tottering, even dancing around, as if they were about to start fighting each other.

The maid, Cui’er, in the carriage, was making soft noises, seemingly lost in a certain illusion.

The coachman driving for Yan Kuan, a first-ranked martial artist, exhibited an unstable aura and turned red-eyed. Breathing heavily and growling from the throat, he was already ensnared by the Thousand Illusion Demonic lody.

As for Yan Kuan in the carriage, he was exerting his cultivation technique to resist the Thousand Illusion Demonic lody. But it was no picnic. His state was only slightly better than Du Yuying’s.

This proves that Du Yuying was indeed sowhat exceptional.

“Alright, deal!”

Xu Yan eagerly agreed.

With a slight move of his palm, a vast concept erged, enveloping Du Yuying. The Thousand Illusion Demonic lody was completely neutralized and failed to break through this imnse power.

The grandeur of the true aning in the Descending Dragon Palm!

When Du Yuying regained her senses, she quietly let out a breath, put back on her veil, and was deeply shocked. She wondered how strong the young man next to her actually was.

She felt an overpowering force enveloping her, making the Thousand Illusion Demonic lody sound like an ordinary tune in her ears.

Seeing the guards, and Yan Kuan in the carriage, not in good condition, she spoke sowhat helplessly: “Sir, 1’11 give one seventh-ranked Spiritual dicine to break the Thousand Illusion Demonic lody!”

But Xu Yan simply shook his head: “No, 1 haven’t had enough yet!”

Du Yuying was stupefied, could he actually be listening to the Thousand Illusion Demonic lody as if it were a tune?

She took a deep breath and added: “Then could you please, sir, help them out of their predicant?”

“No problem!”

Xu Yan readily agreed.

Hum!

The force of the Descending Dragon Palm expanded to cover everyone. Instantly, all the guards regained consciousness, but they were all panting heavily, looking completely fatigued.

It seed as if they had just fought a great battle.

The chill ran down Yan Kuan’s spine, even he, a Grandmaster, had to exert all his strength to resist the Thousand Illusion Demonic lody. In the eyes of Xu Yan, it could be easily resisted?

“Could he be a Great Grandmaster?”

This thought cropped up in Yan Kuan’s mind.

He then shook his head to deny: “No, absolutely not, he should be a mature Grandmaster or even a peak Grandmaster!”

Even this fact already made him shockingly speechless.

How old was Xu Yan? And he was already a Grandmaster, maybe even a peak Grandmaster.

When comparing himself, he felt like a waste!

Why is there such a huge gap between people?

After rescuing the others, Xu Yan devoted himself to listening to the Thousand Illusion Demonic lody. He felt that if he could understand the sound-killing technique, his strength might be increased slightly.

“Master was right, I need to learn the essence and make it my own. This Thousand Illusion Demonic lody has sothing that can be learned!”

Xu Yan was quietly listening to the lody while riding his horse.

Suddenly, the sound of the flute picked up speed, like clashing blades and galloping horsen. A murderous aura erged from the lody; invisible blades seed to surge and kill.

The sound waves were intense and frightening.

Xu Yan raised an eyebrow. At that mont, the Thousand Illusion Demonic lody was all charging towards him.

Bang!

The sound waves, like weapons clashing and rolling waves, constantly swept towards him.

Xu Yan slightly raised his palm; the force of the Descending Dragon Palm collided with the sound waves.

He continued to comprehend the sound-killing technique within.

As he listened, the sound-killing technique beca clearer and clearer.

He seed to have so sort of realization in his mind.

“My Descending Dragon Palm, although it has comprehended the dragon’s might, it lacks the dragon’s chant. How can I showcase the magnitude of the dragon’s might and the wrath of the dragon?

“The dragon’s chant shocks the heaven and earth, that’s the true aning of its wrath.”

At that mont, Xu Yan gained an insight.

On his palm, a Golden Giant Dragon erged, its eyes sparkling, its dragon’s might rippling. For an instant, the golden dragon opened up its mouth and roared.

Bang!

With the Roar of the dragon, an imnse force was unleashed between the universe, making all creatures prostrate themselves!

“No, it’s not right, it’s not close yet. This doesn’t carry the might of the dragon’s chant and the power to kill the enemy. It is just the volu that is heavy..”