Shen Xingye's eyes blazed, his sword flashed like lightning, sweeping sideways and chopping vertically, every strike divine.
Yan Shijie floundered left and right, his hair disheveled, his face filled with terror. He was already close to collapsing.
How could that do?
When it was your turn to hold on, you had to hold on.
Otherwise, Shen Xingye would not have had his fill and would have found it hard to unleash all his potential.
Shen Xingye, who had been silently swinging his sword, suddenly found time to say something. "Wo Nen Die!"
Every word shone, striking Yan Shijie's heart. The power of language directly shook his soul.
"You—you said what? You dare insult me? I'll fucking kill you!!" Yan Shijie was instantly provoked into towering rage. His exhausted body squeezed out even more strength amid his fury.
At the same time, Shi Tiexin and Shi Yulei exchanged a glance from nearby, then both took out their instruments. Twang, twang—the music pierced the air and drifted into the secret realm.
This time, they were not buffing Shen Xingye, but Yan Shijie, intending to make him burst forth and hold on for more beatings.
The power of thought energy could not cross the barrier of the secret realm, but music was not carried solely by thought energy. Music itself possessed the ability to resonate with the soul.
Besides, every note played by a Mind Master was a drama unto itself.
Yan Shijie was immediately inspired by the music and received a certain boost. The sharp energy coursing through his body leaped to the rhythm, and he actually performed beyond his usual limits.
In the study, Cheng Ling Su watched Shi Yulei in surprise. The notes at the young girl's fingertips had transformed into light; her performance far exceeded Cheng Ling Su's expectations.