175: A song that is heart-breaking, where can I find a soulmate in this world?

“Boom~!”

The sky rumbled like thunder, and rolling sound waves spread outwards, directly forming a vacuum above the battlefield.

The air flowed back, stirring up a sky-filling gale, like the end of the world.

“What happened?!”

The soldiers who were fighting with all their might on the battlefield stopped at the same time, staring blankly at the sky, their confused eyes filled with terror.

“Hiss.......”

The soldiers guarding Su Yimiao, seeing this scene, simultaneously took a sharp breath.

Although they didn't know what had happened, combining it with Su Yimiao's earlier move, even an idiot would know it must be the doing of the Su Family Fourth Miss.

Thinking back to how they had just questioned whether the Fourth Miss was putting on an act, these people wished they could slap themselves.

Su Yimiao’s pupils suddenly contracted, and a few hints of solemnity appeared on her face.

Although she had not yet used her full strength, she had not expected Su Ming to so easily block her attack.

“Su Ming, you forced me to do this!!”

A hint of determination flashed in Su Yimiao’s eyes, and she bit her tongue, a drop of vital blood spraying onto the guqin in front of her.

In an instant, a burst of red light erupted from the ancient guqin, and a lifelike phoenix appeared on the body of the instrument, as if it could be reborn from fire at any moment.

“Buzz~!”

The strings vibrated ceaselessly, the sound like the cry of a Nine Heavens Mysterious Phoenix, high-pitched and clear.

Su Yimiao’s fair and slender hands were like two dancing butterflies, swaying back and forth, exquisitely beautiful, making people turn their heads.

But the melody she played contained infinite killing intent, like a cold glint at one's back, making people's spines chill.

Even the Lie Huo Camp warriors, who had fought in countless battles, felt their scalps tingle from the killing intent contained within this melody, and subconsciously retreated.

Rolling sound waves spread across the battlefield, clearly reaching everyone's ears, and everyone stood frozen in place, as if immersed in the mountains of corpses and seas of blood that Su Yimiao painted for them.

This was not all; when the sound waves reached the sky above the battlefield, they actually revealed their true form, turning into countless spears, densely packed like raindrops, falling towards Su Ming's location.

If there were no accidents, Su Ming and the Youlin Troupe members around him would be pierced like sieves in an instant.

The people on the battlefield had never seen such a miraculous and spectacular sight, and each one stood dumbfounded, their eyes almost popping out.

“Immortal's technique!! This is an immortal's technique!!!”

Someone pointed at the sky, shouting like a madman.

“It’s the Fourth Miss!! It’s the immortal spell cast by the Fourth Miss!!!”

“Hahaha!! I knew the Fourth Miss must have other tricks up her sleeve!! With an existence like an immortal, how could our Great Gan possibly lose!! Hahaha!!!”

After the shock, the Great Gan soldiers cheered excitedly, roars of laughter rising and falling.

In contrast, the Northern Wilderness soldiers were as if they had lost their parents, their bodies trembling uncontrollably.

Especially seeing all these spears flying towards Prince Pinggan's position, all the Northern Wilderness soldiers were scared out of their wits.

No matter how strong Su Ming was, he couldn't possibly withstand this overwhelming attack.

If Prince Pinggan died on the battlefield, their Wu Hou Camp would truly be guilty of ten thousand deaths, becoming sinners for all eternity.

“Protect Prince Pinggan!!! Quickly go protect Prince Pinggan!!”

Chu Su's veins bulged on his forehead as he frantically shouted at his subordinates.

He understood that even if all the men of his Wu Hou Camp died in battle today, Prince Pinggan could not suffer the slightest harm.

The Wu Hou Camp members began to retreat desperately, attempting to block the unstoppable attack from the sky with their flesh and blood.

Unfortunately, how could the Great Gan side let them have their way?

General Wei Yutang grinned savagely.

“Block them for me! I want them to watch their proud Prince Pinggan die tragically before their eyes!”

“Yes!”

The Great Gan army's morale, which had begun to waver due to Su Ming's The Qin King's Battle Song, quickly rekindled at this moment, fearlessly blocking the Northern Wilderness's retreat.

Not only did the Northern Wilderness people understand, but everyone on the Great Gan side also understood that if they could truly keep Su Ming, even if they lost this great battle today, they would still be heroes of Great Gan!

“No!!!”

Watching the densely packed spears already closing in on Su Ming, Chu Su let out a heart-wrenching roar.

He had originally thought today would be a battle they were sure to win; how could he have imagined that besides Su Yike, the Su Family actually had another monster like Su Yimiao?

Looking at the overwhelming spears falling towards them, the Youlin Troupe women's faces instantly turned pale, and they knelt weakly on the ground as if all their strength had been drained.

Although Rong Bingyan's face was also filled with dread, her beautiful eyes were full of determination, and she directly stood in front of Su Ming, spreading her arms as if to shield him from all attacks.

Su Ming looked at Rong Bingyan with some surprise; the expression of disgust this woman had shown when she first saw him hadn't caught his eye, so now Su Ming was very curious why Rong Bingyan would voluntarily step forward.

“Is it worth doing this?”

Su Ming asked indifferently, completely ignoring the approaching attack.

Rong Bingyan gave a bitter smile, but her body did not retreat in the slightest.

“To hear the Way in the morning and die in the evening is fine.”

“My Lord, you have shown me sights I would never have seen in my entire life; for My Lord, Slave will die without regret.”

With that, she slowly closed her eyes, preparing to face death calmly.

A hint of appreciation appeared in Su Ming's calm eyes, and he suddenly burst into unrestrained laughter.

“Hahaha, good!”

“Since you’ve said so, then this King will show you an even broader scene.”

“Rong Bingyan, watch closely!”

Rong Bingyan suddenly reopened her eyes, looking bewildered, not understanding what Su Ming meant by that.

At this moment, Su Ming seemed to be immersed in a profound and mysterious artistic conception.

“A single melody breaks the heart, where in the world can one find a true friend?”

His fingers lightly plucked the strings, and ripples spread outwards.

Great winds rose and clouds soared; Su Ming, in his black clothes and black hair, seemed to become the protagonist of the world at this moment, his three thousand strands of hair scattering with the wind, exuding an indescribable ease and freedom.

But the next moment, his entire demeanor suddenly changed, erupting with sky-high killing intent.

His hands moved swiftly over the strings, faster and faster, until his ten fingers became mere afterimages.

A melody never heard before reached Rong Bingyan's ears, reached the ears of all the Youlin Troupe women, and reached the ears of everyone on the battlefield.

The music was grand and peculiar, like large and small pearls falling onto a jade plate, or like a silver vase suddenly breaking and water gushing out; every note seemed to be a sharp sword, revealing endless killing intent.

This melody was precisely Ambush from Ten Sides.

The urgent music reached Su Yimiao’s ears, causing her eyes to become hazy.

An inexplicable sense of fear she couldn't suppress rose in her heart, as if she was trapped in an ambush by a thousand armies and ten thousand horses, with countless assassins staring at her from the shadows; that chilling sensation made all her pores instantly erupt.