*Twang~*

A deep and profound sound of a Zither string rang out as a destructive wave went forth against Monarchs in Core Formation and Core Reformation Realms, some of whom tried to move to the sides to avoid it, but as the area of effect was too wide most did not have time and took protective stances in formations enhancing each other’s protection.

“Hehe~, just kidding!”

Gong Cui chuckled, shedding off the tranquil and aloof appearance after making that first note that looked as if she was finished and the next attack would come with another long note, and her fingers started swiftly flying above the strings.

A vigorous melody filled the skies above the capital, each note becoming blades that tore through the air and descended like a storm onto those who tried to defend themselves.

“Shit! That’s too strong!”

“It’s bad! We can’t defend against that!”

“Too late! We’ll be-…!”

~”””Aaargh!!”””~

Dozens of figures flew up into the air.

The attacks at the multiple angles broke their defenses and pushed them up where they were assaulted by more blades of sound from every direction, tearing them into shreds.

“…! What the-…?! Get that girl with the Zither!”

The leader of the Monarchs widened his eyes at this sight as most of his subordinates below the Mortal Transcendence Realm had been wiped out in a matter of seconds after the battle began.

Music Dao practitioners might be strong in massive scale attacks, but no one expected such precision as she accurately targeted each Monarch who took a defensive stance with a series of pinpointed attacks, that not only broke their Strengthening Formation, but also destabilized their individual defenses.

*Twang!*

A lower sound resounded as an arrow whistled through their ranks, and the leader who gave out the commands widened his eyes, which then became dull and rolled up as he started falling down to the ground with a hole going through his skull from the side as his head was turned to shout orders.

‘Wu Long said, the main advantage of the archer is to target priority targets regardless of position on the battlefield and aiding allies when they can’t see an approaching danger…

That man truly was too relaxed, as a result I didn’t even need the second arrow’

Feng Yi opened up her closed eye in light surprise, the bow with an arrow already nocked onto it slightly losing tension.

“Fuck! Leader is down! Get tha-.. Shit!!!”

*Clang!*

The second-in-command Monarch tried to give out orders but had to defend from a sharp attack of a chakram from the left, raising his large saber and turning it to the side, holding the back of his blade with the other hand for support against the rotating blade that pushed his saber.

“Khuk!!!… dam-..n it-… ”

Only to receive a slicing attack from the opposite side with another chakram that divided his body into an upper and lower halves, this one held by the hand of a heterochromatic beauty who appeared beside him while he was defending from the first attack.

“Shi-… don’t think I will go down that easily… aaaaaaaAAAA!!!”

Another one was assaulted by a barrage of Spiritual Qi Fists, along with two others, each fist was the size of their heads and so heavy they knew that if they missed even one fist it would either take off a head, limb, or make a massive hole in their bodies.

The sounds of Zither music resounded in their ears along with cries of agony from the ground below, signifying the fate of those who escaped Gong Cui’s first attack, but they did not have any leeway to care about anyone else anymore.

The one who shouted started aggressively chopping at the Spiritual Qi Fists trying to get closer to Hua Ziyan who sent them, followed by his two comrades but…

“What the?!..”

Were his last words though as he crushed one fist heading for his head and it suddenly broke into large shards that continued on toward his bewildered face.

The others met a similar fate, the sounds of meat and bones being crushed creating a nauseating feeling in the fourth Monarch who just joined to help, and seeing the fate of the others managed to adapt and spreading a layer of Spiritual Qi with each attack of his weapon, shielded from the ‘debris’ which were effectively chunks of Hua Ziyan’s broken attacks that were no less dangerous than the attacks themselves.

“You have to shield-…!”

He raised his voice to try warning the others but in the corner of his eye saw five bodies split in two in varying places and at different angles falling to the ground as Wu Mengqi’s sword was making a dance-like movement toward the sixth.

On the other side a fourth opponent fell from Shen Min’s deadly chakrams, and another one was defending from arrows, already injured by one stuck in his thigh.

The words of caution of this Monarch against the nature of Hua Ziyan’s attacks were quite literally falling on dead ears.

*Clang!*

“Khak!! Y-you m-mons…”

A Spiritual Qi Fist of completely different power broke through his now thinly spread defense, crushing his torso and making a massive hole in it as Hua Ziyan veiled it with the normal attacks, delivering it at the moment he got distracted by his fallen comrades.

The Zither music finally stopped signifying that all the Monarchs on the ground were dead while Wu Mengqi finished off her last opponent at the same time as Feng Yi’s arrow pierced hers.

“Whew~ we make a good team, Sister Feng Yi”

Gong Cui chuckled, as they were side-by-side, both making sure no one could approach the two of them while eliminating the ground enemies, and providing support for the three beauties who were fighting in the vanguard.

“Haha, Sister Cui is too kind, I still have a long way…”

Feng Yi slightly guiltily chuckled as she was the one with the minimal contributions if counted by the number of enemies slain, as she only got five, the leader of the Monarchs in the beginning, three people on the ground, and the last one who tried to get behind Hua Ziyan while the others fought her head on, the rest of her arrows only serving as a deterrent to seal movements of enemies.

“Still-…”

“Well, well, well, you ladies sure did a number on those poor fellows, they didn’t stand a chance against you, praiseworthy, praiseworthy…”

As Gong Cui wanted to say something, all five of them assembling in one spot not far from the barrier, an old-

sounding voice resounded from the skies above and seven figures floated down.

“Transcendents…”

Wu Mengqi narrowed her eyes, as these were opponents they did not have any chance against yet.

—

Cao Xiang, Cao Mei and Wei Lan quite easily prevailed over their opponents as each one dealt with only one, Wei Lan being the fastest to defeat her opponent as she pinned him with a large stream of Spiritual Qi that resembled a silver river and then crushed his head with her staff.

Cao Xiang and Cao Mei had to have a slightly prolonged battle, but prevailed nonetheless.

But as they came together with smiles, they were greeted by five figures floating down from the skies, the aura of Seven Profound Realms letting them know they were dealing with Transcendents.

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