Covering the Sky: I, Wang Teng, truly lack the bearing of an emperor.

Chapter 309 Sonic Attack, the God-King's Fate

The sound of suona horns rose, and a mournful and melodious tune came with the wind, resounding throughout the holy city.

This commotion is much more powerful than the drumbeat just now!
Someone in the shadows is dissatisfied with the Holy Body and wants to hinder its breakthrough, but they are being careful not to descend themselves, but only to affect the Holy Body's breakthrough with a sonic attack from a great distance.

It should be understood that at the most critical moment of a breakthrough, even the slightest disturbance can affect a cultivator's breakthrough, let alone the drumbeats that can shatter the clouds and the mournful and melodious tune of the suona.

Those watching from outside the Dragon Transformation Pool, even powerful beings, were momentarily stunned upon hearing the suona melody.

The suona horn isn't loud, but it can still influence one's inner thoughts.

Amidst this mournful and melodious tune, the younger generation was almost completely wiped out.

They stood there blankly, their eyes vacant. In their perception, it was as if they were witnessing a grand wedding scene, but neither party seemed to be alive.

The wedding process was not as joyous as a typical wedding; instead, it was tinged with sadness amidst the joy.

Some people even had smiles on their faces; they were sinking into it, their minds gradually sinking.

If this continues and they are allowed to sink deeper into depravity, they may eventually become completely lost in it, unable to distinguish between reality and illusion.

Even powerful beings were briefly affected, let alone the younger generation. Among the few who were completely unaffected were Wang Teng and the God King.

"Shall we make a move?" asked the Chaotic Ancient Emperor God.

"Wait for the God King," Wang Teng said calmly.

He refused to believe that the person who secretly intervened was an ancient sage.

As long as the person secretly intervening is not an ancient sage, the God-King can resolve the situation.

If the person who secretly intervened is truly an ancient sage, then Wang Teng will risk exposing the ultimate imperial weapon that can be fully revived at any time to prevent the tragedy from happening.

Fortunately, the God-King is still the strongest being traveling outside.

The God-King sat cross-legged in the void, and behind him, the God-King's Pure Land appeared. The tree full of flowers also reappeared. With a gentle breeze, the petals fell from the tree, forming a domain that protected Ye Fan from the outside world.

The God-King sat cross-legged under the tree, with an ancient zither appearing before him.

As the music began, the God-King once again played the Divine Overture.

The melodious sound of the zither mingled with the faint sound of the suona horn in the darkness.

Although no dramatic fluctuations occurred, a deadly contest was quietly unfolding at this moment.

The Jiang family's divine king remained calm, his hands moving as if plucking the strings of a zither.

The sound of the piano began, drawing everyone into another scene.

It was a pure land where gods sat cross-legged, solemn and dignified. The God-King sat at the very front, playing the prelude for the gods.

The younger generation of powerful figures briefly regained their senses, looked up at the white-robed god-king above, and suddenly realized what was happening.

"The sound of the suona just now..."

However, before they could fully recover, the suona horn sounded again, its melody even more mournful, like a young girl's lament.

The group was pulled back into the wedding scene, "watching" the girl wake up, tear off the festive red veil, and try to escape the joyous and lively atmosphere.

In the Pure Land, the God King opened his eyes, his gaze filled with murderous intent.

"Don't go too far!" the God King said softly. In the shadows, the sound of the suona changed continuously. The powerful figure hidden in the shadows ignored the God King's warning and instead issued a provocation. The melody changed one after another, pulling everyone into one new scene after another, making them sink deeper and deeper into the darkness.

The rapid changes in the scene within a short period of time caused those people's spiritual energy to be quickly depleted. If this continued, they would soon be completely immersed in the world created by the sound of the suona and would be unable to escape.

This attack targets divine sense, appears in the form of sound waves, and appears instantly, leaving no time to prepare. Therefore, even their well-prepared life-saving treasures are now almost useless.

The God-King gave a soft hum and his fingers moved swiftly across the screen.

The Overture to the God King has also changed!
In an instant, the music was filled with a chilling, murderous aura.

It was as if a battlefield had descended, and everyone was once again drawn into it.

Here, facing gods and demons, their own divine senses were revived, and they quickly regained their senses.

"You want a fight? Then come on!" the God-King said softly.

The next moment, another scene appeared on the battlefield.

Amidst the desolate battlefield, a wedding procession appeared. They wore red robes but white hats, and each person had a smile on their face, but tears were streaming down their face.

As the suona horns sounded, the wedding procession swayed and staggered forward, slowly making its way towards the army of gods and demons.

Those prodigies who had just awakened quickly moved away from the battlefield, their faces filled with lingering fear.

In their eyes, the wedding procession had already engaged in a fierce battle with gods and demons!

The divine prelude was grand and stirring, filled with a chilling atmosphere. The killing intent permeated the battlefield, igniting the fighting spirit of the onlookers, who couldn't wait to rush down and kill the enemy!
The sound of the suona was no longer mournful; instead, it became urgent, like the anger of a young girl in red who had discovered that her husband was not alive.

The wedding procession was also filled with anger, its movements were bold and unrestrained, and it fought against the gods and demons, and for a time it did not fall behind!
The onlookers looked grave.

However, some people remained calm.

Wang Teng took the initiative to get involved, wanting to see this kind of battle.

"The person who made the move is not a saint, but merely a supreme king, but the suona she is carrying is a very special sacred weapon," the Chaotic Ancient Imperial Weapon Deity said calmly.

Although the battle at this level was intense, it didn't make him take it seriously.

Any one of the major battles he participated in back then was many times more intense than this.

However, for many people in this era, this is already a battle that barely surpasses the realm of kings.

So later on, even figures of saintly rank voluntarily gave up resistance, were guided by the prelude of the gods, entered the battlefield of gods and demons, and watched this scene from outside the battlefield.

As the music of the zither and suona grew increasingly intense, the gods, demons, and wedding procession on the battlefield were almost completely wiped out.

In the end, only a red sedan chair remained, all alone on the battlefield between gods and demons.

The suona music continued, but it became even lower and more somber, carrying a sense of helplessness, as if it had completely resigned itself to its fate.

The God-King stood up from under the tree, and the ancient zither in front of him vanished, transforming into a suit of armor that covered his body.

With a casual flick of his wrist, the tree behind him transformed into a battle halberd, which fell into the God King's hand.

The God-King has finally decided to personally intervene!

In the midst of the battlefield, a gentle breeze stirred, causing the red curtains on the sedan chair to part, revealing the scene inside:
A woman with a graceful figure, dressed in a wedding gown and wearing a red veil, had tears of blood welling up in her eyes and dripping onto her bright red dress. She held her hands in front of her chest, and a suona (a traditional Chinese wind instrument) in her hand, from which a mournful melody was emanating.

(End of this chapter)