Murong brothers noticed and wondered, "Prince Yuxiao?"
The man with the jade flute in his hand elegantly twirled it and confidently said, "I haven’t been active in the Martial World for ten years; I didn’t expect that people still recognize ."
Murong brothers took a deep breath and said, "Because there aren’t many blind n as famous as you in this world. Yuxiao of East Sea, the blind prince, brings Impermanence to life."
Now the court’s power has weakened, but that is relative to the era of unifying Jiu Zhou and dominating the world. Even though Jiu Zhou is now divided among sects and noble families, the royal family remains one of the most powerful forces in the world.
And for soone to self-proclaim as a prince under these circumstances, it usually ans that they possess extraordinary strength.
They are the existence that even the royal family would not willingly reckon with.
Prince Yuxiao of East Sea is such an existence.
Murong brothers holding the hilt of the Green Moon Saber said, "So say that with your profound idle ti, if you were not blind, you would have dominated the East Sea by now. Others say that even with your blindness, even though you did not inherit the Sword Sect, given ten years, you could still beco the overlord of the East Sea, for you are one of the most terrifying blind n in this world.
But ten years ago, you suddenly disappeared.
So say you were struck down by the envy of the heavens and died of a terrible disease; others speculate that you, as the ’Prince Yuxiao’ of the East Sea who did not inherit the Sword Sect and thus couldn’t ascend to power, t an ominous end by foul play; even more believe you had an epiphany, no longer indulged in matters of the Martial Arts, focusing solely on playing your flute, content with your own joy, without ddling in worldly affairs."
"Unexpectedly, here you are, engaging in these sordid deeds."
The man with the flute did not speak, but simply started to play the Yuxiao.
The sound of Yuxiao was like silk, lingering and lodious, each note seemingly pulling on the heartstrings. Suddenly, the music surged intensely, as if waves crashing against rocks.
In an instant, the sound of the flute changed, resembling the union of a man and a woman, their bodies becoming fervent with uncontrollable desires under the seductive play of the flute.
Even just standing there, Yu Zhenzhen and Murong brothers felt not just their minds, but even their True Qi being affected, fluctuating with the music.
For a Martial Artist to lose control over their ntal state and True Qi is a very dangerous matter.
Just then, the flute’s sound beca deep and sorrowful, like a drowning person amidst cold, endless sea waters, seeing no sign of life, only despair ahead.
At this mont, Yu Zhenzhen and Murong brothers struggled to control their minds, but still found themselves affected by the music; their emotions beca heavy, and their True Qi sluggish.
But they did not move, because they knew that in such a situation, the best strategy was to respond to motion with stillness.
Before this, whether it was Guxue’s Sword Field or Prince Yuxiao’s music, they could say they had lost the initiative; any movent would reveal greater vulnerabilities, leaving their efforts fruitless.
The sound of Yuxiao continued to descend, the air in the room seemingly about to solidify into ice.
Prince Yuxiao did not utter a word, but a pleased expression surfaced on the face of the one playing the flute.
The ssage he wanted to convey was clear - compared to him, the so-called Green Blade Demon was nothing more than a fart.
He had only disappeared for ten years, not died, and no "newcor" could ddle in his affairs.
Murong brothers and Yu Zhenzhen were holding their breath in concentration.
Especially the Murong brothers, their hair tinged with extre green.
Because he knew, once the sound of Yuxiao reached its pinnacle, it would be the mont the other party made their move!
Sure enough, the flute’s sound could sink lower, becoming so desolate and sorrowful it made him want to weep.
Because his life had been too bitter!
His sister was the best in the world!
Unfortunately, she was his sister!
And his sister was in love with soone else!
He really wanted to die!
The sound of Yuxiao and the Sword Field had rged, turning the entire room into an iron barrel.
An iron barrel ant to claim lives.
Inside, Murong brothers and Yu Zhenzhen were like at on a chopping block.
Just as the sound of Yuxiao was about to reach its peak, as Prince Yuxiao and Guxue were about to strike and take lives, suddenly a burst of wild laughter erupted.
"HAHAHAHAHA..."
The doors of the wardrobe in the room were flung open, revealing Duan Yun’s handso, laughing figure.
The sound of the Yuxiao was instantly diluted, and the Murong brothers began to laugh wildly as well.
Their laughter combined, overpowering the flute’s sound for a mont.
Prince Yuxiao’s forehead bulged with veins.
While laughing, Murong brothers turned to Duan Yun and said, "What are you laughing about?"
Duan Yun laughed and said, "Haven’t you noticed how odd he is?"
"What’s odd about him?"
"How tall is he?"
"Nearly eight feet."
"Look at his feet, HAHAHAHA..."
"HAHAHAHA..."
At this point, Murong brothers laughed even harder, with tears streaming down their face.
"A man of eight feet tall, yet with feet only three inches long, are you aspiring to be a little wife? HAHAHAHA...."
Prince Yuxiao could no longer hold back, bellowing, "Nonsense, I clearly have three inches and two!"
Almost at the sa ti, Old Demon Duan had already made his move!
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