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Chapter 172 Old man, times have changed.

Lin Yan's words were merciless, repeatedly crushing her already shattered self-esteem.

Her first reaction was to refute.

What do you know?

Where were you when that man's ruler fell on me?

She glared fiercely at Lin Yan, but saw her reflection in his eyes.

A woman covered in blood, her lips sealed shut, her face contorted in pain.

They're still using their eyes to beg for others' approval.

The reflection sent chills down her spine.

It wasn't fear of her father, but disgust with her own appearance.

Yeah, why would I run away?

She slowly turned her eyes and saw the workshop clearly for the first time.

Those who struggle silently in silence.

Who are they here for?

Not God.

Not the Godfather.

is her.

They gave their souls to her, not to see her trembling like a frightened little girl before her father.

The old man outside the door was still crying, his hypocrisy making her want to laugh.

Who does he think he is?

god?

parents?

The judge?

No.

He is nothing.

Sister An slowly raised her hand, and fiercely wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.

She had wiped away the last trace of weakness and blood.

When I looked out the door again, I saw that my past self had been killed by her.

She is the lead singer.

No, she is the queen of this stage.

Those who are not good listeners should shut up.

"Crunch—"

A voice that made one's sanity plummet rang out from An Jie's face.

Her hands had turned into black claws, and she personally tore off the seals on her mouth!

The seal, stained with blood, was thrown into the fire.

Outside the door, the Godfather seemed to sense something and suddenly opened his eyes.

For the first time, terror appeared on his face, which had previously shown compassion.

His hands were trembling; he felt his control over the workshop crumbling.

So you can be scared too.

Sister An smiled nonchalantly.

"Linzi".

She turned her head, and her eyes had completely turned into an abyss.

Lin Yan knew that Sister An was no longer the victim.

She is now the only queen in this sea of ​​despair and fire.

Lin Yan smiled, turned around, and walked back to the stage step by step into the heat.

The two death pact marks on his chest lit up simultaneously.

This time, it didn't go out, nor did it encounter any obstacles.

"To calm the mind."

Lin Yan picked up the two drumsticks. Fortunately, they had been replaced with iron ones, so he could use them again after covering them with water vapor.

He tapped lightly in mid-air.

"Ready to blow up the crowd?"

Sister An slowly turned her head and looked at Lin Yan sitting in the raging fire.

A sinister smile suddenly appeared on her face.

"Linzi, you're a fucking lunatic."

She slung the electric guitar across her body again, her charred fingers gripping the strings tightly.

"However, I like it."

His power was being eroded, and his daughter seemed—no longer afraid of him.

"Heretical! The devil's temptation!"

"The Lord says, take away their voice!!"

The Godfather tore off his pretense. Enraged, he raised the ruler high in his hand and slammed it down into the air.

A silent rule, ten times stronger than before, pressed down on the workshop.

As if Mount Tai were pressing down, the flickering flames were frozen in place, and the dust in the air was condensed.

This force wanted to seal Anjie and Lin Yan's souls in silence.

"Old man, times have changed."

Lin Yan sat in front of the drum set, his gaze cold.

He raised his right hand, and the power of separation rules had already condensed on his index finger, so red it was about to bleed!

"Cut off these cumbersome rules!"

With a loud shout from Lin Yan.

Dark red resentment suddenly condensed in mid-air, transforming into a three-meter-long scissor phantom.

The scissors opened and closed.

"Click".

At the same time, everyone heard a sound like a guitar string snapping.

Suddenly, a semi-transparent barrier appeared out of thin air around the workshop, instantly becoming covered in cracks before shattering into countless specks of light!

The moment it disappeared, all the sounds returned to their original positions.

"Impossible! How could you defy the Lord's will?"

The Godfather's hand split open, blood gushing out, but he screamed regardless.

Lin Yan ignored the guy yelling outside the door and silently recited "Water is shaped by the heart" in his mind.

As Lin Yan activated the mermaid's authority, the underground drainage pipes in the workshop burst one by one, and several streams of water shot into the sky.

However, the water did not fall into the sea of ​​fire.

Under Lin Yan's control, the water flowed rapidly in front of Sister An, converging and compressing.

It eventually transformed into a giant suspended water mirror with three sides, each over five meters in diameter, connected end to end.

These three water mirrors formed a megaphone, with the cannon muzzle pointing directly at the two tightly closed iron doors at the entrance!

"Linzi, what are you doing?"

Sister An sensed the terrifying fluctuations in the water mirror and shouted excitedly.

"You learned physics in junior high school, right?"

Lin Yan took a deep breath and activated the Nine Revolutions Prison Bone Body to its fullest extent, his muscles bulging and his bones cracking.

He gripped the drumsticks tightly with both hands and raised them high: "The speed of sound in the air is 340 meters per second!"

"But in the water, it's 1500 meters!"

"Four times the speed of sound!"

"Get this party started!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Yan's hands transformed into a series of afterimages, his two drumsticks flying up and down.

"Thump!"

With a deafening drumbeat, a visible white shockwave exploded from the drum kit and crashed into the amplifier he had prepared.

The drum sound was forcibly compressed, accelerated, and amplified as it passed through the water mirror.

"Hahaha! Well done!"

Sister An has gone mad.

Without the slightest hesitation, she swept her fingers across the strings the instant Lin Yan's drumbeats began.

"Clang!"

The ferocity of heavy metal, combined with Lin Yan's powerful drum that could shatter internal organs, pushed the physical limits of power when amplified by the loudspeaker.

A sonic wave, interwoven with red and black, blasted toward the iron gate with unstoppable force.

At that moment, a bizarre and shocking scene unfolded in the workshop.

The music fans who were driven to desperation by the fire and scrambling around stopped crying after hearing this sonic boom.

They are no longer unlucky souls waiting to die.

At that moment, they became the most fervent martyrs of the heavy metal nuns!

Hundreds of young people, their faces covered in soot, actually stood up in this hellish sea of ​​fire.

Facing the stage and the raging flames, they tossed their hair and raised their hands in a metal salute.

They danced wildly in the fire, they sang along with Anjie with their souls!

"This is my concert."

Sister An closed her eyes, a tear of blood fell from her lips, but a faint smile remained on her lips.

She roared to the sky, "All of you, get the hell out of here!"

The sonic tsunami finally crashed into the gate.

The yellow-haired man's iron chain didn't even last a second before it was shattered into iron filings.

The two heavy iron doors, weighing several hundred pounds each, flew outwards like two pieces of torn cardboard.

"No----"

"No!"

The Godfather didn't even have time to entertain the thought of running away.

He watched helplessly as the black and red sound wave shattered his ruler into powder.

Then there's the group of moral guardians behind him.

Under the influence of sound waves, the human body is as fragile as tofu.

The Godfather left behind only a cloud of blood mist.

Hypocrisy and silence have been shattered.

The world is now nothing but deafening noise.