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Chapter 410 Deafening Demonic Sounds, Sonic Purgatory
The next moment, his head slowly tilted at an odd angle, the light in his eyes quickly dimmed, his body swayed, and he fell to the ground with a thud.

Almost simultaneously, the deadly sonic blade seemed to come alive. After grazing the elder's neck, it suddenly split into dozens of smaller and sharper sonic blades, which shot towards the other seven disciples who had just taken out their signal flares at a speed that was impossible for the naked eye to perceive.

"Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!"

Dozens of faint, almost negligible muffled thuds sounded almost simultaneously.

The seven disciples froze simultaneously, and as they fell to the ground, their faces still bore expressions of shock and fear.

In the blink of an eye, the elder in front of him and the other seven fellow disciples who had just been chatting all fell to the ground, and blood quickly spread from their corpses. The last disciple of the Round Moon Sect trembled in fright, and all the color drained from his face.

The next moment, a gentle breeze carrying a chilling aura swept over him, ruffling the slightly disheveled sideburns of the only remaining disciple of the Round Moon Sect standing before the mountain gate.

Immediately afterwards, a pale white hand gripped his neck.

A domineering and arrogant voice rang out.

"Which direction is your Round Moon Gate forbidden area in?"

The Heavenly Demon Qin case in Huang Xuemei's arms remained tightly closed, as if it had never been opened.

Her moon-white robes fluttered slightly in the mountain breeze, her exquisite and refined face showing no emotion whatsoever, only her eyes, which were even colder than the winter twilight.

With his throat being choked, the disciple of the Round Moon Sect's face turned red at a visible speed.

The bamboo tube containing the signal flare was so startled that it fell to the ground.

"No, I don't know. I've never heard of a forbidden area at the Round Moon Gate."

Seeing this, Huang Xuemei frowned slightly and turned to look at Gu Shaoan.

"It doesn't seem like a lie, what should we do?"

Gu Shaoan spread his right hand and sucked the bamboo tube containing the signal flare into his hand.

After a moment's thought, Gu Shaoan pointed to the dismembered corpse of the Round Moon Sect elder on the ground and said, "Perhaps he knows."

Huang Xuemei: "."

Seeing Huang Xuemei roll her eyes, Gu Shaoan chuckled and said, "If you don't know, then forget it. After all, this is the Round Moon Gate. We don't know what mechanisms or layouts are inside. It would be dangerous to wander in recklessly."

With a slight twist of her right hand, Huang Xuemei snapped the neck of the Yuanyue Sect disciple with a "crack".

Looking out at the distant, sprawling mountain villas, Huang Xuemei ran her fingers over the case containing the Heavenly Demon Harp a few times before asking, "Would you like to see the true power of the Heavenly Demon Harp?"

"Ok?"

Upon hearing Huang Xuemei's words, Gu Shaoan raised an eyebrow slightly and glanced down at the case containing the Heavenly Demon Harp in Huang Xuemei's hand.

Seemingly understanding Huang Xuemei's thoughts, Gu Shaoan asked, "You want to force them out?"

Huang Xuemei's lips curled into a cold smile.

“That’s right. Since we can’t find a place, we won’t look for one. When the Moon Gate is awash in blood, I’ll see if Ren Donghai can sit still.”

Upon hearing this, Gu Shaoan seemed to become somewhat interested and said, "Then I'll wait and see."

As soon as they finished speaking, the two set off again, rushing towards the manor ahead like two gusts of wind.

As the sun began to set, the sky appeared somewhat dark and gloomy due to the dark clouds that had gathered in the air at that moment.

It already gave one a chill.

Some of the patrolling disciples inside the Round Moon Gate cursed under their breath as they looked at the dark clouds gathering in the sky.

"Whoosh—Bang!"

Just then, a sharp whistling sound suddenly tore through the gloomy sky.

Immediately afterwards, a blinding purple light exploded violently in the southeast corner of the manor, in the twilight sky.

The purple light did not scatter and splash, but at the moment of the explosion, it strangely converged and condensed towards the center, forming a purple full moon pattern in the air. Against the backdrop of the dark clouds, it appeared exceptionally eerie and dazzling. It remained frozen for several breaths before slowly dissipating.

The disciples who were originally scattered around patrolling, guarding posts, and even those who had just finished their afternoon cultivation or were on their way to the canteen all looked up in a daze at the purple full moon in the sky.

But just two breaths later, the entire Round Moon Gate erupted in chaos.

"Purple Moon Alert!"

"The signal points towards the mountain gate. No, the signal is coming from the front of the mountain!"

"Enemy infiltrators! Quickly! Signal for police to assemble."

However, just as the many disciples and elders of the Round Moon Sect were preparing to move in the direction corresponding to the purple moon in the sky, a melody of a zither suddenly echoed above the Round Moon Sect without warning.

The gentle notes are ethereal and elusive, even carrying a touch of indescribable loneliness and beauty, like the evening breeze occasionally stirring the iron horse on the eaves, or like the scattered cries of weary birds returning to their nests.

The music came so suddenly that the disciples of the Round Moon Sect, who had just realized that the enemy was attacking, were stunned.

Some elders and elite disciples with higher cultivation and more experience immediately felt alarmed upon hearing the music.

The next second, the previously soothing piano music suddenly became more urgent, taking on a more intense, warlike quality.

As the music changed, some disciples of the Round Moon Sect with shallow internal strength and weak minds suddenly felt their blood and even internal energy surging, and their chests felt tight.

"Not good! This is sonic martial arts! Everyone, use your inner energy to protect your ears!" A black-robed elder shouted sharply, his voice echoing around the area.

But his reminder seemed to come a moment too late.

The moment he finished speaking.

"Zheng—!"

A clear, resonant zither note, sharp as tearing silk, suddenly soared to a high pitch, like lightning piercing the evening clouds and thunder booming through the valley, instantly overshadowing all the previous soothing sounds.

Immediately afterwards, the disciples of the Round Moon Sect who were at the Acquired Realm felt as if they had been hit in the chest with a heavy hammer, and they spat out a mouthful of blood, their aura immediately weakening.

Seeing this, the other elders and elite disciples of the Round Moon Sect cursed under their breath and then used their lightness skills to rush quickly towards the direction from which the zither music came.

Meanwhile, in the open space in front of the bell tower of the Round Moon Sect Manor, more than a dozen corpses of Round Moon Sect disciples lay on the ground, their blood spreading continuously on the white floor tiles. On the bell tower's eaves, Gu Shaoan leaned against the eaves, looking somewhat languid.

A step away, Huang Xuemei sat cross-legged, her long eyelashes casting a shadow beneath her eyes.

Her ten fingers plucked the Heavenly Demon Harp placed on her lap, and waves of sound rippled outwards from Huang Xuemei like waves on water.

Amidst the melodious strains of the zither, figures rapidly emerged from various parts of the Round Moon Gate.

In less than a hundred breaths, the area below the bell tower and the surrounding corridors and rooftops were all pitch black.

More and more disciples and elders from the Round Moon Sect rushed to the scene, and at a glance, their numbers numbered at least seven or eight hundred.

The cold glint of the drawn blades against the dim sky formed a chilling sea of ​​stars, and countless eyes were fixed on the pale figure on the eaves and the source of the heart-stopping zither music.

An elder dressed in a cyan outfit with a sinister face stepped forward from the crowd. His gaze shot like lightning to Huang Xuemei on the eaves. While maintaining the circulation of his true energy, he suppressed his anger and suspicion and shouted sharply: "Who are you? Why do you trespass on the mountain gate, kill my disciples, and play this evil music?"

His voice was infused with true energy, making it exceptionally loud.

Faced with what the elder of the Round Moon Sect said, Huang Xuemei did not even raise her lowered eyelashes. She simply flicked her right index finger, which was playing the zither, in the direction from which the sound came.

"Om-"

A blue sonic wave, more refined and swift than any previous sonic blade, almost tearing through the air and emitting a shriek, shot out from the Heavenly Demon Harp.

It wasn't a straight line, but rather it had a strange arc and rotation, instantly traversing a distance of tens of feet, and precisely piercing the chest of the elder who had spoken.

Elder Yinzhi didn't even have time to make any blocking or dodging movements. He only felt a chill in his chest, followed by an indescribable terrifying shock and tearing sensation that suddenly erupted from his body.

"Bang~"

Immediately afterwards, under the horrified gazes of countless Yuanyue Sect disciples, the elder's body exploded like a blood bag stretched to its limit and then suddenly punctured.

Blood, mixed with shattered internal organs and bone fragments, splattered outwards in a radial pattern, turning several disciples nearby who couldn't dodge in time into blood-soaked figures. The pungent stench of blood instantly filled the air.

"what--"

"Elder Li!"

Exclamations and screams erupted, and a panicked commotion broke out in the crowd.

No one expected that an elder with considerable prestige in the sect and whose skill had reached the level of returning to the innate realm would be unable to withstand even a casual sonic wave from the opponent, and that his death would be so horrific.

Amidst this extreme terror and chaos, an elderly man with white hair, dressed in a black elder's robe, leaped down from the top of a tall building in the distance like a powerful wild goose, and in a few leaps, he reached the front of the crowd.

When his gaze fell on the guqin on Huang Xuemei's lap, the old man's eyes narrowed: "The Heavenly Demon Qin, she is playing the Heavenly Demon Qin."

"Heavenly Demon Harp"

As disciples of the Round Moon Sect, everyone present knew about the feud between the Heavenly Dragon Sect and the Round Moon Sect.

The name of the Heavenly Demon Harp is naturally very well-known.

Now that they learned that the person on the eaves was using the Heavenly Demon Harp, how could the people present not be surprised?

Before anyone could think further, the old man's voice, which had just spoken, exploded like thunder, enveloped in true energy.

"We absolutely cannot let her continue playing! The Heavenly Demon Harp, combined with the 'Eight Sounds of Heavenly Dragon,' unleashes a sonic attack with an extremely wide range and unpredictable and unstoppable power. Everyone, attack together! We absolutely cannot let her continue playing."

As soon as he finished speaking, the old man flicked his right sleeve, and a short knife appeared in his hand. Then, with a light step, he shot towards the bell tower like an arrow.

With the old man leading the way, hundreds of other Yuanyue Sect disciples and more than a dozen elders also set off together, shouting battle cries as they surged toward Huang Xuemei, who was perched alone on the eaves of the bell tower.

After leaping several meters, the elder from the Round Moon Sect, who was leading the group, jumped high again and unleashed a three-meter-long condensed blade aura towards Huang Xuemei.

Just as the blade's energy cleaved through the sky and slashed down at Huang Xuemei under the eaves, Huang Xuemei, who had been keeping her eyes down, finally raised them.

His cold gaze was filled with a chilling killing intent.

A more refined crimson sound blade surged forth from the vibrations of the zither strings, instantly slicing through the refined blade energy in the air, and then, with its remaining force, split the old man who was leaping high in the air in two.

As blood rained down in the air, Huang Xuemei's posture as she played the zither with her fingers suddenly changed as she looked at the Yuanyue Sect disciples who were gathering from all directions!
The melody, which had been somewhat structured, shattered instantly, replaced by a series of rapid, high-pitched notes filled with murderous intent.

The sound of the zither was no longer like a thin mist in the forest, but a bugle call on the battlefield, the clang of metal, and the sound of pines in the valleys.

The violent, sharp, and destructive sound of the zither transformed into visible sound waves, a pale gold mixed with twilight gray-blue. Like a giant wave from a tsunami, it swept mercilessly from Huang Xuemei's center outwards in a fan shape towards the area where the most Yuanyue Sect disciples were gathered and were surging in from all directions!

As Huang Xuemei's hands moved across the seven strings, creating a blur of light that was difficult to discern with the naked eye, countless sound blades, sound waves, sound rings, and sound needles of various shapes and properties surged forth from the Heavenly Demon Harp like a swarm of awakened bees, enveloping the enemies rushing in from all directions.

Some of the sonic blades were as thin as cicada wings, yet incredibly sharp. They silently swept past, slicing several disciples who rushed in from the side rooftops in half, weapons and all. The cuts were as smooth as mirrors, and their upper bodies fell with the momentum of their forward charge.

Some of the sound waves were as heavy as hammers, sweeping in a fan shape, blasting more than a dozen disciples below who were trying to climb up, causing them to break bones, cough up blood, fly backward, and crash into a group behind them.

Some of the sound rings spun with a strange suction and tearing sensation, engulfing an elder who was leaping through the air. The elder's protective aura shattered after only a moment, and his entire body was crushed as if by an invisible millstone, twisting and deforming amidst a shrill scream.

Even more bizarrely, some sound waves, after entering the bodies of some Yuanyue Sect disciples, would cause these disciples to explode like watermelons.

Huang Xuemei sat upright on the eaves, her fingers flying like butterflies, leaving behind fragments of images.

Under normal circumstances, even if Huang Xuemei's internal energy cultivation had reached the level of Condensing Yuan into Gang, achieving this would still be extremely difficult.

After all, while sound-based martial arts are powerful, they also consume a lot of a martial artist's vital energy.

However, Huang Xuemei's internal energy is now nearly two hundred years old, which is an outrageous level of profundity.

It was this profound skill that not only amplified the power of Huang Xuemei's sonic attacks, but also allowed her to completely disregard the issue of her own energy expenditure.

For these Yuanyue Sect disciples whose highest level of internal energy cultivation was only Qi Condensation, it was almost a one-sided massacre.

Blood gushed through the air, severed limbs and remains flew everywhere, screams and roars, the sound of weapons breaking, the cracking of buildings destroyed by the residual force of the sound waves, all intertwined with the all-powerful deathly melody.

In just ten breaths, four or five hundred disciples and elders of the Round Moon Sect had died from the demonic sounds of the "Eight Sounds of Heavenly Dragon".

The remaining ones, under the influence of the demonic sounds, were as immobile as wooden sculptures, and could only desperately circulate their true energy or true essence to resist the demonic sounds that were constantly trying to invade their bodies.

(End of this chapter)