Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Nightmare Assault
I, The Dragon Overlord
Loser System and Berserker Me
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 326: Selection
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 248: Organisation
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1177- Situation change
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1176- Eighth
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 19
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 622: Natural Disasters and Man-made Calamities
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 325: City One Can't Leave
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 247: The Past is Like the Wind
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1175- Don't discriminate
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 946: Fatal Strike
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1174- Divide
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 18
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Chapter 78: This Fight Will Never End
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 33: a.0.3 Update! Skills System
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 621: Meeting an Old Friend
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3829: An Answer
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 246: What are you Waiting For?
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 324: Flying Seeds
Soon, the musicians made their way onto the stage. The conductor, Giles Brent, walked to the center of the stage, holding a baton in his white-gloved hands.
The concert started.
For some reason, the surrounding people seemed intoxicated when the concert formally started, but Chen Heng did not feel the same. He only found the music pleasant, nothing else.
After all, a concert was far inferior to the means of cultivators in bringing one into a land of one’s imagination.
When Chen Heng was young, his parents had brought him to watch a music cultivator competition.
The scene there was simply like demons dancing about.
There were zither players who could make illusions of feathers falling from the sky as they played. There were piano players who sent one into an illusory world, making one feel one was on a mountaintop or in flowing water. An unknown young man could draw over phoenixes to dance as he played the flute. There was even a person whose suona playing made one feel like one’s parents had died; those who heard him play cried.
Later on, the organizers chased away the suona player.
The suona player had self-awarely followed the organizer out. Otherwise, he might not have survived that day.
There had been a powerhouse present whose parents had recently died. That powerhouse had finally recovered from his grief after much difficulty but ended up crying because of the suona playing. Fortunately, the suona player left quickly. Otherwise, leaving would have been impossible.
The suona player’s music had nearly caused his death.
Although Chen Heng felt nothing much, Nightingale and Skadi liked the music, closing their eyes in enjoyment.
As Nightingale listened, her hand fidgeted and drifted towards Chen Heng. Fortunately, he had his arms crossed. Otherwise, she would have gotten her way.
Just as everyone was immersed in the music, a loud explosion rang out, disrupting the orchestra’s rhythm.
This disrupted not only the orchestra’s rhythm but also the conductor’s.
Then a group of people rushed over, targeti
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