How is this possible?
Tian Yu's eyes were filled with shock as she stared into the depths of Phoenix Perch Building, as if she had seen a ghost. The other True Disciples from the Miaoyin Immortal Sect were not faring much better; their faces were masks of horror, their expressions full of disbelief, as if they were questioning their very existence.
That bell toll just now was not the work of some supreme expert using mana to forcefully suppress them. Rather, a mysterious cultivator of the sonic path had encapsulated endless melodic mysteries within a single, simple chime. Using sound to defeat sound, they had been utterly crushed in the very domain they excelled in.
