In the end, Xiao Wu still took Zhu Zhuqing aside to rest.
Only Luo Ling, Tang San, and Ning Rongrong, who had remained invisible the entire time, were left in the field.
"Only you two brats are left. Half the incense is still burning." Zhao Wuji twisted his neck, looking as though he were waiting to watch them perform.
Luo Ling's expression did not change. He glanced at Tang San.
It was obvious that, compared to the original story, Tang San and Xiao Wu now had almost no coordination between them.
When facing Zhao Wuji, they no longer had the smooth combo attacks from the original story. And because Luo Ling had snatched the Hair Crystal first, Tang San no longer even had a way to break through Zhao Wuji's defenses.
"Heh, Teacher Zhao, don't forget—the rule is that we only need to last until the incense burns out."
Luo Ling withdrew his gaze and looked at Zhao Wuji again, a smile curling across his lips.
Under Zhao Wuji's astonished gaze, he slowly rose into the sky.
The Soul of Desire Garment had granted Luo Ling the ability to hover and fly.
Yet Zhao Wuji was merely a Soul Saint. Without a flying Martial Soul or a flight-type Soul Skill, he could only glare helplessly from the ground.
"You little brat, your Soul Skill can actually let you fly?" Zhao Wuji was utterly dumbfounded.
Was that really a Soul Skill a power-attack Soul Master should possess?
First invisibility, and now flight!
"Tang San, keep Teacher Zhao occupied. Once another half-stick of incense passes, the test will be over." Luo Ling floated quietly in the air and smiled at Tang San.
"Your strength should be more than this, shouldn't it?" he continued, a meaningful glint in his eyes.
Luo Ling knew