Above the Sun Reflection Spring, the air was scorching with killing intent.
The hostility between Jiang Mochou and Xiao Jing was about to turn into a huge wave that shot into the sky.
Jiang Mochou took a deep breath and said,
"Xiao Jing, one of us will definitely be killed. Only then will this battle end!"
"The grudge between us has been going on for more than twenty thousand years. Now that the Consort is present, we can't delay it any longer!"
A determined expression appeared on Xiao Jing's face. "I'm also tired of battles with no outcome. Then let's end this once and for all!"
The two of them looked at each other.
The atmosphere was silent, but it was filled with unprecedented killing intent.
Jiang Mochou pressed his right hand on the Heavenly Imperial Zither and pulled with his sixth finger.
Bang!
Golden light flashed.
An eighth string suddenly appeared on the Heavenly Imperial Zither!