Chapter 0700: The Green Emperor’s Divine Song

"Green Emperor, come out! This is your moment to shine!"Yi Tianxing shouted resolutely.

"I'm coming! I've been waiting for this moment for far too long!"A flash of green light burst forth. The Green Emperor suddenly appeared on the city wall, standing right beside Yi Tianxing, his eyes gleaming with excitement and a burning eagerness to perform.

"I've waited so long. Finally, it's my time to take the stage!"the Green Emperor said excitedly.

"Don't rush. This time, you'll have your fill. Let your talent shine to the fullest. But how could such an earth-shaking performance lack a proper stage? Bring out the platform!"Yi Tianxing wore a devilish grin.

With a wave of his hand, Cao Zhengchun stepped forward and conjured a grand platform, which rose atop the city wall. It was no different from a performance stage—prominent and impossible to ignore.

The Green Emperor's eyes lit up as he leapt onto it, nodding approvingly."Yes, yes! Only a stage this grand is worthy of my unmatched talent! It makes me even more eager to sing. But what's with this bell? It's hollow, and missing a base."

Upon the platform stood a golden bell, hollow within, inscribed with mysterious runes that glimmered faintly, exuding an ancient and mystical aura.

"You don't know yet," Lu Shi said with a chuckle, "this bell was custom-made by our Lord. It's inscribed with amplification runes that can enhance sound dozens—even hundreds—of times. It can easily cover an entire battlefield, making your 'beautiful' voice loud and clear to all."

"Hahaha! Exactly! A voice like mine deserves to be heard by everyone! I love this bell—it's perfect! I just have to sing now. I've learned a few new songs lately. Let me share them with the world. I want all living beings to understand my heart. I want this battlefield to fall under the spell of my voice!"

The Green Emperor trembled with excitement, his green fur waving dramatically.

This time, he was going all out—to shock the entire battlefield and dazzle the world with his brilliance.

"Wait—don't start yet. Let us prepare first."Lu Shi's face changed upon hearing the Green Emperor's eagerness to sing. He quickly stopped him.

Without hesitation, he pulled out a pair of jade cicadas and stuffed them into his ears.

In ancient times, jade cicadas were burial items used to plug the seven orifices of the deceased. Now, they were being used to block the ears, completely cutting off all sound. These were engraved with sound-isolation runes, designed to prevent external sounds from entering the mind.

Not just Lu Shi—all soldiers and citizens in the city took out jade cicadas and plugged their ears. Clearly, these weren't hastily made; they had been mass-produced and distributed well in advance. Almost everyone had one.

Seeing this, the Green Emperor's previously excited expression turned dull. This was outright disbelief in his divine singing!

"Hmph! You bunch of wooden logs. You're not worthy of my songs! But I've just learned a divine song that's sure to stun the audience. I'm sure the warriors on the battlefield will appreciate it."

He turned his head away from the city and toward the battlefield.

Looking at the vast army of beastmen charging toward them, the Green Emperor lit up with joy. These, clearly, were his adoring fans—eager to hear his beautiful voice.

So many enthusiastic admirers. He must give them his best.

The Green Emperor squinted, took a deep breath, and prepared.

Meanwhile, some beastman elites noticed the green-furred figure atop the platform. Their faces instantly turned pale, bodies trembling, and a wave of nausea washed over them.

"It's the Green Emperor! That wretched dog!"

"Heavens! That cursed mutt is still alive? I want to vomit!"

"A great calamity is coming..."

"Cover your ears! Don't listen!"

Many beastman warriors staggered as terror overtook them. The psychological trauma from their previous encounter was too overwhelming.

"My beloved fans, no need to be anxious. Your most cherished singer and artist, the great Green Emperor, shall now perform for you a divine song I've just mastered. You will love it."

The Green Emperor stood before the golden megaphone reverently and began to sing.

"I planted a seed, and finally it bore fruit. Today is a great day..."

"Pluck a star for you, pull down the moon for you, let the sun rise each day for you..."

His voice burst forth, amplified a hundredfold by the golden bell, spreading across the entire battlefield.

The sound—indescribable—was devastating.

From the very first note, a sharp, piercing screech tore through the sky like a blade. It was like the wails of a vengeful ghost, the howl of a demon from the abyss—worse than a flock of ten thousand crows crying in unison. It could tear eardrums and bore straight into the soul.

"What is this?! Is this even music?! It's so sharp! So awful!"

Some beastmen who had never heard him before dismissed the warnings. Their curiosity got the better of them. "A dog singing? Let's see."

One note in—and they regretted everything.

Their faces went pale, then dark. They clutched their heads and screamed in agony, wanting nothing more than to destroy the source of the torment.

This was no song—it was a soul-shattering, hell-born curse.

"My ears! They're done for!"

"I'd rather die than keep listening! This is torture!"

"I finally understand why those who returned from Rock City started eating dog meat—grilled, stewed, raw—it didn't matter! I want some too!"

"Kill that dog! My soul... my soul is leaving my body!"

The beastman ranks exploded in chaos.

Even elite wolf cavalry halted mid-charge, trembling as if they'd collapse at any moment.

The Green Emperor, oblivious, continued with passion.

"Turn into a candle, burn myself, just to light up your world...""Give you all of me, as long as you're happy. You make each tomorrow meaningful. Though life is short, I'll love you forever..."

Then something truly bizarre occurred.

"I'm a candle... I must burn!""I feel like I am a candle! Yes! This world is too dark. Let me light the way—burn!"

Hundreds, thousands of beastman cultivators suddenly imagined themselves turning into candles, engulfed in green flames, incinerating themselves into ash.

This wasn't hallucination.It was real.

The green flames consumed them—one by one—until nothing remained.

It was mass incineration through sound alone.

"You're my little, little apple~ no matter how much I love you, it's not enough!""Your rosy cheeks warm my heart, you light the fire in my life!"

Many beastmen saw visions of a towering apple tree, ripe with fruit.

"I'm an apple! Ignite me!"

One beastman curled up on the ground like a ball. His posture alone was laughable.

"No! Who am I? I'm a little apple?!"

"DEMON SOUND! It's a demon sound!"

Countless beastmen vomited blood.

Some felt their souls ascending—turning into apples.

They were utterly broken.

Vomiting, retching—warriors all over the battlefield collapsed in waves.

The scene made the Iron-Blood Wall's soldiers and citizens shiver.

Thank the heavens—they had blocked their ears.

Otherwise, that would have been their fate.

Others sing for money. The Green Emperor sings for souls.

Even the mighty Golden Behemoth King trembled atop his throne, his massive frame swaying. Eyes glazed, he couldn't fathom how such a terrifying voice could exist in this world.