Pei Min walked up to the Magic Zither, surrounded by towering sword wills as he moved.
Sword aura and demonic might clashed within an instant.
He extended his hand, and sword will howled. Something was then dropped onto Pei Min's hand—a terrifying sword conjured from the sword will.
His palm shook, and he pointed his finger. The sword tore through space and broke through the terrifying demonic aura currents, heading straight for the instrument. He did not try to pluck the strings. He tried to stab the instrument with a sword instead.
Clang...
The sword landed onto the string, and it surprisingly held. Notes that carried terrifying demonic aura rolled about in the space, rushing at Pei Min.
Pei Min stepped forward and tore through the space. Sword wills once again coalesced right before him. He flicked his wrist, and yet another sword streaked through midair. That blade was sharper than the one before, bringing about a sonic boom as it moved.
