Chapter 0472: The Green Emperor’s Song

The Green Emperor took a deep breath, his gaze dreamy and ecstatic—a type of euphoria that defied description.

"Today, I shall perform for you a divine composition personally crafted by Yours Truly—'The Green Emperor's Song'. I hope that through my singing, you will find yourselves, see hope, and glimpse the future. Now, I ask all of you to listen with utmost reverence."

"Ah… oh!!"

The moment the Green Emperor opened his mouth, his voice pierced the sky like a sharpened blade. It was like the wailing of a ghost from hell, or perhaps a demonic chant from the Nine Netherworlds. It tore through the air, pierced everything—it could rupture eardrums and drill directly into the brain. Even the soul and blood were trembling, quaking under the impact.

"What is this thing? Is this supposed to be singing? It's so shrill—so unbearable!"

Several alien warriors immediately grimaced, clutching their heads in agony as they roared in fury.

They looked as though they would kill the Green Emperor on the spot if they could.

When they first heard him say he was going to sing, many of them had genuinely focused, curious to hear what a dog could possibly sing. But what they got… was this. A terrifying demonic sound that instantly overwhelmed their minds. They felt like they were falling apart, their very spirits on the brink of collapse.

"That voice is hellishly bad. And he dares call himself a singer? An artist? It's an insult to my ears—so awful it could kill a man!"

The rage in the eyes of the aliens was palpable. For many, it felt worse than death.

Even when the Green Emperor simply spoke, his voice was unpleasant. But now that he was singing, the words carried sonic vibrations with such penetrating force that they bypassed all soul defenses. Like crashing waves, each word smashed into their minds. The pain cut deep into their souls.

Many began swaying as soon as he started. They looked like they might faint at any second.

"Quick, kill that dog! Don't let it speak again—don't let it sing another word!"

Mad shouts broke out among the aliens.

At the city gate, the werewolf guards looked like they were suffering some sonic torture. Several of them, black-faced with fury, raised their weapons and charged at the Green Emperor, determined to end this nightmare before it could continue.

Their faces were twisted with rage.

"When Lord Green Emperor turns around, he scares a cow by the riverside to death—a whole cow!!"

The Green Emperor suddenly turned his head and belted out another line of his song. The moment he did, a minotaur on the wall collapsed, unconscious. His limbs twitched violently, white foam frothed from his mouth—he was clearly suffering a kind of psychic torment even while unconscious.

Pfft!!

Several of the attacking werewolves staggered as if struck by lightning. The moment the Green Emperor turned, that dreadful sound surged into their minds. Being closest, they bore the brunt of the impact.

They collapsed on the spot, blood spurting from their mouths.

"What the hell is that?! Look—minotaurs are dropping like flies! But… why just the minotaurs?"

Many aliens stared in horror. That demonic melody tore through their eardrums. What was most terrifying was that entire swathes of minotaurs were collapsing, foaming at the mouth, twitching like victims of mad cow disease.

"When Lord Green Emperor turns around a second time, the rivers and seas reverse course!!"

Once again, the Green Emperor turned his head and sang another verse.

Pfft!!

Even more aliens collapsed. Blood gushed from their mouths.

The demonic melody shook not just the soul, but also their inner energies. True Qi reversed flow. Blood surged backwards through their veins. Many fell unconscious, their bodies spasming uncontrollably.

"It's devil music—devil music! Someone help! I can't listen anymore—my ears, my ears are going deaf!"

Cries of agony echoed through Panshi City. The entire city was in spiritual turmoil, gripped by a soul-deep fear.

"When Lord Green Emperor turns around a third time, sandstorms rise and ghosts flee in terror!!"

The Green Emperor turned his head a third time, full of confidence as he searched for his "kindred spirits" and sang another line.

"This is bad! I'm hallucinating—I see myself in a sandstorm, in a land of ghosts… they're coming for me—I'm dead, I'm so dead!"

"I see yellow sand! I see black clouds and raging winds! Someone help me!!"

Aliens collapsed one after another, eyes shut, mouths frothing. Many looked like they'd been placed in a demonic illusion—tormented by hallucinations, they couldn't distinguish reality from fantasy.

"When Lord Green Emperor turns around a fourth time, the seas dry up and dragons rise!!"

The Green Emperor turned again, singing another line in high pitch.

Pfft!!

This time, the aliens saw apocalyptic visions—seas drying, mountains crumbling, and even true dragons rising. Many felt their Dantian run dry, their bodies emaciated, and their spirits shattered. Blood spewed as they collapsed, begging for the ability to block their ears.

One foxman elder muttered, "My soul… is ascending…" and dropped flat to the ground. His soul really did ascend.

"A calamity—a walking disaster!" one alien screamed, eyes bloodshot. The fury directed at the Green Emperor was beyond words.

"When Lord Green Emperor turns around a fifth time, the heavens collapse and icy winds rage!!"

For the fifth time, he turned and sang with wild abandon. His voice pierced the heavens, warping reality.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Now, the aliens weren't just vomiting blood—they were vomiting blood mixed with ice. Frost coated their faces, and their bodies trembled like they were pulled from an ice grave.

The entire city was plunged into misery and cold terror.

Meanwhile, on a hill not far away, Yi Tianxing, Jia Xu, and others stood quietly, with a neatly arranged army guarding the perimeter. They all looked toward Panshi City.

Even from dozens of miles away, the Green Emperor's Song was audible. Though greatly diminished, it still made their bodies twitch with discomfort, their stomachs queasy.

"The Green Emperor has started singing again—his song. I pity the aliens in that city. Back when I heard it, I vomited for three days straight. And that was after just two lines before my wife's zither cut it off."

Yang Yanping shook his head in awe.

Even hearing a little of it now made him want to throw up again.

"That dog's song doesn't cost money—it costs lives. Even I wouldn't want to hear it a second time," Jia Xu said, shuddering at the memory. He had been eating noodles back then. The song was so vile that the noodles had shot out of his nose—an experience he never wanted to relive.

"It may be unspeakably vile, but as a weapon, it's unparalleled. Instant results."

Jia Xu fully endorsed using the Green Emperor to plague others.

"The Green Emperor's Song? Interesting. So long as he doesn't sing it recklessly, it might serve as a surprise weapon in the right circumstances. There's a dark energy to it—like a magical soundwave technique filled with illusionary power."

Yi Tianxing forced down the nausea. In a sense, the Green Emperor's voice was a lethal sonic weapon. There was something sinister about it—perhaps linked to his overwhelming bad luck and doom aura.

At a certain level, it might even become "Voice Manifestation"—a realm where voice creates reality. That would be terrifying.

For now, though, it was enough to give Panshi City's aliens a serious dose of divine retribution.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Suddenly, from within Panshi City, thunderous drums erupted without warning.

The drumming was vast and mighty, shaking the heavens. It clashed violently with the Green Emperor's voice, trying to drown out the melody, disrupting his rhythm and suppressing the sound.

On the city wall, a minotaur grabbed drumsticks and began pounding a black war drum with all his might. The sound echoed like thunder.

"Huh? Are they giving me a backing track now? Wonderful! I feel more inspired than ever. My creativity is erupting like a volcano!"

The Green Emperor, rather than intimidated, grew even more energized.

His inner "singer's spirit" burned hot—and with great passion, he turned his head once more, and sang with gusto.