Relying on the arrow intent he had comprehended from Yun Tian, the Power of Life and Death, and the combination of the Illusory Sound Art and soul music, Ling Tian won with ease. And just as he had promised, he hadn't struck a killing blow. Watching Xiao Qian admit defeat, Ling Tian remained expressionless, then looked toward the Xiao Family Patriarch beneath the platform. "Brother Xiao, don't forget our wager."
Although Ling Tian had spoken to Xiao Qian, he kept looking at the Xiao Family Patriarch. His meaning was obvious.
"Hmph, don't worry. We'll honor the wager and send over ten cultivation techniques, secret arts, or pill recipes." The Xiao Family Patriarch gave a cold snort, though his heart was bleeding.
After receiving the Xiao Family Patriarch's promise, a smile finally curled Ling Tian's lips. He then watched Xiao Qian descend the platform in dejection.
Xiao Qian had forced himself to fight despite his injuries, so Ling Tian felt no guilt at all. He only sneered inwardly.
Ling Tian surveyed the crowd. "I know you fellow cultivators want to challenge me. I'm right here, but I don't intend to waste my strength for nothing. So anyone who steps onto the platform should be prepared: there'll be a wager, just like the one with Brother Xiao."
At this, the crowd beneath the platform erupted in murmurs, but no one dared step forward. After all, aside from Wen Jian and Hua Min'er, the other young elites were about evenly matched with Xiao Qian. If Ling Tian could defeat Xiao Qian with ease, he could defeat them too.
"Haha, that kid Ling Tian is downright devious. Ten first-rate cultivation techniques! That'll surely put off most cultivators from challenging him." Zi Ling praised him repeatedly, then looked at Old Man Ling and sighed. "Brother