Chương 1025: Trying One's Sword (I)

A tree had once stood where the Demon Lord was standing.

The tree was now void, sliced into the finest powder by Chen Changsheng's sword intents and the blind zither player's zither notes.

The moment the zither notes and sword intents descended, a green leaf on the highest and thinnest branch of the tree was blown away by the wind.

This green leaf fell on the tightly-shut eyes of the stone sculpture next to the rear gate of the courtyard.

Neither Chen Changsheng nor the blind zither player noticed this stone statue, so it naturally followed that they did not notice when the stone statue opened its eyes.

But when the stone statue opened its eyes, the green leaf was flicked away to gently drift back into the wind.

The blind zither player's ears vibrated. With a flip of his hands, he bared the ancient zither in front of him. He stimulated his true essence and pushed Chen Changsheng away.

There was no sound, only an abrupt flash of light in the darkness.