Ling Tian had no idea how he'd "incurred everyone's wrath," but Xuan Ci, Long Shun, and the other four all wanted to "spar" with him. They might call it a friendly match, but they clearly meant to gang up on him and give him a good beating. Ling Tian was at his wit's end, on the verge of tears. Against all of them, he didn't stand a chance—even with his Devil Race bloodline awakened.
Ling Tian took a deep breath and, pretending nothing was wrong, pulled a Jade Flute from his robes. A wicked smile flickered in his eyes. "Since you all want to spar, let's do it. I haven't properly studied the Samsara Soul Song in years. Today, I'll see how well I understand it."
When Ling Tian brought out the Jade Flute, Xuan Ci and the others unconsciously flinched and took half a step back. Clearly, they were wary of the Soul Song's ability to attack them all at once.
Seeing that he'd intimidated Long Shun and the others, Ling Tian grew rather pleased with himself. "Huh? What's the matter? Why did you back away? Don't tell me you don't want to spar anymore. That wouldn't be right."
"Fine, let's spar. What's the big deal?" Zi Tianfei spoke first. With a wave of her jade hand, a zither appeared before her. "Dayan Palace is skilled in sound-based Soul Attacks, too. This is the perfect chance for me to learn from Brother Tian."
When Ling Tian saw Zi Tianfei bring out a zither, his expression changed. A bad feeling rose in his heart. After learning the Dayan Art, he knew that Dayan Palace's techniques excelled at trapping and confusing their opponents, and were also highly effective in sound-based and soul attacks. He wasn't afraid of facing her one-on-one, but