"Please, Green Emperor, don't get excited, don't get nervous. Spare us your voice—your singing is truly one-of-a-kind in all heaven and earth, unmatched and unparalleled. You are already the greatest vocalist of all time. You must be reserved! Yes, reserved! Maintain the perfect image of a maestro."
With a loud clang, Ye Zhiqiu nearly stumbled and fell flat.
If the Green Emperor got excited and decided to sing... the consequences would be disastrous. No, catastrophic.
It was nothing short of hellish torment.
Anyone who had experienced it once would never want to go through it again.
"That's right, Green Emperor. You are unmatched in the world, a true artist among singers. You must maintain the dignity of an artist! Think about it—do top-tier artists casually perform for anyone? Your exquisite voice should be treasured, preserved. It can't be exposed so carelessly. That would be too cheap for them!"
Lu Zhishen spoke without hesitation.
"Indeed! Well said! A true master must know solitude," Fu Hongxue agreed decisively.
When it came to Green Emperor's voice, he wanted no part of it. Other singers charged money—Green Emperor charged lives.
It wasn't just scary—it was downright terrifying.
"Exactly! This Emperor truly feels as lonely as snow... It's precisely this solitude that drives me to seek a kindred spirit. Though my singing has reached the pinnacle, unmatched under heaven, and I know I should be reserved... alas, I am too lonely! Today, my emotions surge like the tides—I can no longer suppress the desire to sing! And recently, I obtained a divine song that perfectly suits my mood. Everyone will understand my feelings through it!"
The Green Emperor stood upright, gazing into the sky, a gust of wind seemingly whipping through his green fur. His expression—so solemn, so melancholic—was the very embodiment of solitude. A green, mournful snow, if you will.
"Old Fu! Why'd you have to bring up solitude?! Now it's over. We almost had him convinced to hold back. You just had to say that! Now he's determined to sing. You're killing me, man."
Ye Zhiqiu stumbled again, a wave of anguish crashing through his mind as he glared resentfully at Fu Hongxue. Everything had been going well—they almost dodged a bullet. But now, thanks to that one word, it was over.
Yao Yue and Lian Xing also turned pale.
In Sunset City, stories of the Green Emperor were widely known. Whenever his name came up, people showed looks of pure horror. The fear in their eyes was unmistakable.
And his terrifying singing voice? Infamous.
According to rumors, many who had heard him sing had been driven to bash their own heads into walls.
It wasn't just bad—it was psychologically scarring.
"Ladies and gentlemen! All you proud geniuses! I eagerly await the appearance of a kindred spirit—someone with whom I can explore the perfect art of song! Now, allow this Emperor to humbly break the ice and grace you with a solo performance."
The Green Emperor marched proudly to the edge of the Tongtian River, gazing at both the human geniuses and the opposing Eternal Night elites. His entire posture radiated a terrifying level of focus.
This kind of focus would command respect... if it weren't coming from a green dog.
"What the hell? A dog? Singing?"
"A backwater mutt. You think only your kind can sing? Other races can sing too!"
Even as the Eternal Night elites were being pushed back by Yi Tianxing, they were still distracted by the Green Emperor's actions. They scoffed in disdain.
Yi Tianxing himself nearly tripped at the sound, immediately pulling out two jade cicadas and stuffing them in his ears.
"Ladies, please—use these jade cicadas to protect your hearing. Thunder might strike."
Ye Zhiqiu quickly handed a few pairs of jade cicadas to Yao Yue and Lian Xing.
By now, anyone who knew the Green Emperor always carried a few jade cicadas on hand. Just in case.
"Hurry! Everyone, seal your ears! Otherwise, disaster awaits!"
Lu Zhishen sent out a transmission to all nearby human elites.
He feared that if they didn't act now, some might actually try to murder the Green Emperor.
After all, thoughts of dismembering him had crossed the minds of many within the Great Yi Dynasty.
"What's going on?"Zhuge Liang was completely puzzled. A dog singing? Weird, sure, but why the panic? It's just a dog.
"It's that cursed mutt..."Xiang Yu narrowed his eyes, memories resurfacing of the nightmare that was the First Martial Arts Tournament.
Back then, Green Emperor had caused absolute chaos. Participants were bitten left and right. Even Xiang Yu himself hadn't been spared—Green Emperor indirectly caused Sikong Zhaixing to lose control of his hand, which led to Xiang Yu getting stripped on stage. The humiliation was seared into his soul.
No good memories there. But definitely fear.
Some bystanders still didn't act. Instead, they looked on with curiosity.
After all, how bad could it be? A dog singing? Funny, maybe. Harmless.
Meanwhile, the Green Emperor had already struck a pose.
He stood on hind legs, one paw over his chest, the other gesturing rhythmically—a true performer. Yet no matter how you looked at it, the image of a green dog about to sing was... deeply unsettling.
"Please enjoy the divine piece I've prepared for everyone: 'Anxious' ("忐忑")!"
"Ah-ohAh-oh-eyAh-sde-ah-sdeAh-sde-ge-de-ge-deAh-sde-ah-sde-ge-luo—"
The moment the first sounds came out of his mouth, the expressions of the human elites shifted dramatically—shock, disbelief, then raw agony.
It was like their souls were being dragged through a furnace.
"What... what the hell is this? My heart... my soul... my ears!"
"I'm going deaf! Please let me go deaf! This is HELL!"
"This is demonic noise—torture! I don't even know what he's singing, but my whole body feels anxious. My soul is anxious! I'm anxious!!"
People began to shriek in pain.
Their bodies convulsed, hearts racing—up, down, up, down. Pure anxiety.
Some began twitching uncontrollably like zombies, faces twisted in suffering. It was horrifying.
Even the Eternal Night elites froze in place, stunned.
Then the screams began.
"This is demonic! Worse than the Crow Spirits! But why am I trembling!?"
"Quick! Use soundwave techniques! Dispel this evil!"
"I have a Night Drum! Suppress it! Destroy this demonic sound!"
The Eternal Night elites panicked.
They'd never heard anything like this. The curiosity they had moments ago now seemed like a fatal mistake.
Some began bleeding from the ears. Others—their very souls trembled.
BOOM BOOM BOOM!
One genius whipped out a war drum and beat it furiously, trying to counter the sound.
But the more he played, the more Green Emperor mistook it as accompaniment—and the more passionately he sang.
The world turned to chaos.
"Ah-ohAh-oh-eyAh-sde-ah-sdeAh-sde-ge-de-ge-deAh-sde-ah-sde-ge-luo—"
His voice soared. And despite the nonsense syllables, there was a powerful rhythm behind it. The tempo was infectious.
The only problem? His voice was a soul-shattering sonic weapon.
Crack! Crack!
More and more Eternal Night elites began convulsing uncontrollably. Their feet tapped, bodies jerked—as if they were dancing against their will.
"Let me die already!"
Some geniuses, who hadn't even feared Yi Tianxing, now collapsed in utter despair.
Screaming, they sprinted toward the Tongtian River—and jumped in.
"I can't take it! I'm so anxious! Just let me die!!"
More followed, going mad from the torment, choosing death over listening another second.
On the human side, things weren't much better.
Even with earplugs and soul seals, the sound pierced through. Only with mutual support were they able to stop anyone from attempting suicide.
"Not bad,"
Amid the hellscape, a voice suddenly praised the performance.
Whoever said that... either had broken ears—or the heart of a true masochist.