Xu Yan immediately realized that the dragon's roar was merely loud.
It did not possess the power to kill enemies!
But as his Golden Dragon emerged and coiled in midair, looking down, the sound of the flute suddenly stopped.
That gender-ambiguous Illusionist, with eyes full of grave intensity, was covered in rippling waves, and as their momentum soared, they held the flute in their hands.
A cold light burst forth from the flute.
"Who are you, and why are you intervening in this matter? Are all the Grandmasters of my magic sect killed by you?"
The Illusionist's voice was soft and chilling, sounding like a man, yet also like a woman.
Xu Yan, however, had no interest in determining whether the other party was male or female; he only wanted to continue comprehending the art of sound killing and grasp the intent of the dragon's roar.
Moreover, he wanted to integrate the art of sound killing into his Mountain and River Sword Intent.
