The Soul Race excelled at Soul Attacks, and paired with the Phenomenal Domain Hundred Ghosts Night Parade, their power was even more astonishing. You Hun was one of the Soul Race's finest and was especially skilled in this field. Confident he would not be weaker than Ling Tian, he had agreed to spar.
Ling Tian was also quite confident in his Soul Attacks. More importantly, he still felt rather annoyed by You Hun's brazen boasts back in the Barbaric Land. Now that he had a chance to teach him a lesson, he certainly did not want to miss it.
Ling Tian's earlier battles had caught Qiong Lie and the others' attention. They naturally wanted to see his attacks, so they exchanged glances and then withdrew, making room for Ling Tian and You Hun to fight.
Above the arena, seeing Ling Tian and You Hun about to spar, Kong Yuan gave a wry smile. "Don't tell me all these people are going to spar with Ling Tian. No matter how strong he is, he's only been cultivating for a few thousand years. There must be fields he isn't good at."
"Heh, they're just a bunch of youngsters. It's only a spar." Qiong Yi laughed, then turned to You Ming, the Soul Race's Soul Master. "Brother You Ming, your disciple's fighting. Interested in making a wager?"
Before You Ming could answer, Mo Fei laughed heartily. "I bet Tian'er will win. Ten divine artifacts. How about it?"
Unexpectedly, You Ming only snorted and said nothing, clearly unwilling to take part.
Everyone knew You Ming's temperament, so they stopped paying him any mind and turned to the arena, all looking eager.
As soon as You Hun took the field, he unfolded the Phenomenal Domain Hundred Ghosts Night Parade. Deathly Gray mist billowed out, shrouding