All the elders in the hall were dumbfounded when they heard that musical note. It was only a single note, but they could sense an outburst of ferocity that made their scalps numb.

Mu Xueling also had a rare look of surprise on her face as her eyes were glued onto Lin Yun’s fingers. As one note after another was played by Lin Yun, they formed into a crimson streak, and it didn’t take long for the entire hall to be enveloped in a crimson light.

It was as though a demon was hidden in the Thunderstorm Zither, and Lin Yun slowly released it along with his zither music. When the music reached the climax, a phoenix cry echoed, and the music became cold, like winter. 

There wasn’t any phoenix here, and the phoenix cry should be fake. But at this moment, the phoenix's cry sounded genuine, and his music sounded fake. This was because the ferocity contained within the phoenix cry was too intense.

The real and fake intertwined, making it hard for others to judge what was real and what was fake. As Lin Yun continued to play, countless crimson flames were released from his fingers.

“What’s going on?” Jiang Yu’s...