Evil Dragon Crazy Soldier King

Yang Fei just stepped into the backyard when he heard the melodious sound of the zither, free and clear.

The person playing the zither seemed to be playing casually, yet the melody flowed naturally, splendid and magnificent, akin to a vast blue sky.

In this city filled with electronic music, pop songs with fiery rhythms and rapid, joyous bass are common.

However, after hearing so much raucous music, this serene and transcendent sound suddenly revitalized Yang Fei's spirit.

The person playing the zither did so casually, with the sound resembling the tinkling of a spring, like a mountain stream, flowing gently and full of leisure.

Yang Fei couldn't help but pause and listen attentively.

Yang Fei considered himself a rather mundane person, yet this refreshing and melodious zither sound immediately caught his attention.

The courtyard wasn't large, with a path paved with bluestone slabs extending forward.

On both sides of the path were ancient plum trees, with sturdy old branches and newly budding ones, emitting a faint fragrance in the courtyard.

This fragrance wasn't from the plum blossoms, as it wasn't the season for them to bloom.

Yang Fei took a deep breath, finally confirming it was the scent of a woman.

Among the plum trees stood an octagonal pavilion.

Inside the pavilion was a marble table, and a woman in red sat with her back to Yang Fei, playing the zither.

The woman's silhouette was partially concealed by the plum trees, her red attire peeking through the strong branches, full of lively spring vibes.

Oddly enough, Yang Fei felt a ethereal and lofty aura emanating from the woman, at odds with her red attire.

The woman's attire was distinctly classical, with her hair styled high and held with a gold hairpin.

Long golden tassels hung down, gently swaying with the sound of the zither.

At that moment, Yang Fei suddenly noticed something.

The Essence Qi in his Dantian suddenly began to rise with the woman's music, crawling out like strings, spreading through his meridians.

Yang Fei was startled.

Sound is a form of power too; Martial Arts Master Tang Xiaolong could shatter a glass with a loud shout.

Yang Fei's Tiger Roar was akin to an air bomb, extremely potent and highly destructive.

Yet the woman's zither music had another effect.

She could effortlessly draw the Gang Yuan Qi from Yang Fei's Dantian, silently and maliciously.

Yang Fei noticed that two streams of Gang Yuan Qi were rushing along his Ren Mai and Du Mai, straight towards his heart, like two tactical forces heading directly to the core.

Yang Fei was alarmed, and instantly activated the Turtle Extreme to suppress these streams of Gang Yuan Qi.

However, as soon as the two streams were stabilized, more streams of Gang Yuan Qi surged towards Yang Fei's internal organs.

The feeling was akin to someone making a call to arms, leading to chaos everywhere.

The Gang Yuan Qi that Yang Fei had painstakingly cultivated became his greatest adversary, forceful and surging.

Bang!

Yang Fei shouted, fully activating Turtle Extreme to suppress the rebellious Gang Yuan Qi.

Zheng Zheng Zheng!

The woman suddenly moved both hands, and the zither music transformed from smooth and harmonious to high-pitched and sharp, like water bursting from a broken silver bottle, vigorous and passionate.

In an instant, the zither music turned from a serene spring into an unstoppable furious sea.

And Yang Fei's Essence Qi also suddenly became uncontrollable.

All the Gang Yuan Qi erupted from his Dantian like a flood, wildly rushing.

Deviation!

This is a taboo for Martial Arts Practitioners.

Once deviated, one risks the destruction of all meridians, becoming crippled or even losing their life, especially for those stronger in martial arts, finding it even harder to control.

Since practicing Nine Extremes, Yang Fei had never experienced deviation.

Yet at this moment, under the zither music's influence, Yang Fei's previously steadfast Gang Yuan Qi collapsed and became uncontrollable.

This crisis was more dangerous than any before.

Yang Fei pulled out two paper balls and stuffed them in his ears.

However, the demonic sound seemed subsonic; the paper couldn't block it at all.

Yang Fei's internal Gang Yuan Qi began rushing like volcanic magma, causing acute pain in his fragile meridians.

Yang Fei's Turtle Extreme was pushed to the limit, tirelessly suppressing the Gang Yuan Qi inside him.

He took out several silver needles to seal major acupuncture points in his ears, momentarily silencing the fierce zither music somewhat.

Nevertheless, even so, Yang Fei's internal Gang Yuan Qi was already in upheaval, chaotic and tumultuous.

Thanks to his highly refined Turtle Extreme, he managed to suppress them, though barely.

Yang Fei realized that if his Gang Yuan Qi broke through Turtle Extreme's defenses.

He would explode like an overly inflated balloon.

The opponent's zither music grew increasingly urgent, finally resembling a world-shattering cacophony with unparalleled destructive power.

Yang Fei shouted, tossing over ten cards.

As they flew through the air, he heard the sharp sounds, powerful and rapid, as if carrying the unmatched sound of the wind, shooting towards the woman in red.

The woman in red swayed, dodging the cards, stepping out of the pavilion.

She held her guqin in her arms, the music still ringing sharply, leading the Gang Yuan Qi in Yang Fei's body to surge wildly.

However, Yang Fei's hidden weapon finally affected the woman in red.

Her zither music, though powerful, became slightly sluggish.

Yang Fei's Turtle Extreme immediately stabilized all the Gang Yuan Qi.

Seizing the opportunity, Yang Fei shouted and rushed forward.

He struck with the mighty Great Stone Tablet Breaking Hand, a thunderous crash, aiming at the woman's head.

At this critical moment, Yang Fei exerted all his strength, moving with the speed akin to instantaneous movement.

With a quick flash, he appeared before the woman in red.

The woman in red slightly frowned, playing the zither with her left hand and extending her right palm, spreading five fingers, like a newly bloomed orchid, gently sweeping.

Such a sweep was extremely skillful.

Yang Fei felt his power inexplicably vanish, like ice encountering boiling oil.

At that moment, Yang Fei sneered, activating Elephant Shock Force.

Eight streams of Power of Dragon and Elephant rolled forth, wave after wave, rushing towards the woman in red.

This time, the woman in red couldn't hold steady, retreating a step, her zither music also losing its rhythm.

Yang Fei emitted Scale Shock Subsonic Wave, attacking her qin strings, the malevolent power converging to a point.

Bang!

The strings of the woman's guqin snapped, her body swayed, retreating gracefully, the zither music ceased.

Seizing the gap, Yang Fei's Turtle Extreme completely suppressed the Gang Yuan Qi within him.

He stood tall, like a mountain, embodying the demeanor of a generation's Great Grandmaster.

The woman in red stood under a plum blossom, graceful like a dream.

She sighed lightly, turned, and bowed to Yang Fei.

"Colonel Yang lives up to his reputation, Susu is impressed."