"Tsk, tsk, tsk. This music is so limp and feeble, like you haven't eaten enough to muster an ounce of energy. It only makes me sleepy, and I can't connect with it in the slightest. Unbelievably awful. Bad review!"
Ying Ming Hao whirled his spear in an impenetrable blur, suppressing the attacks of Jin Mingyue and the others while still finding time to make faces at Shishi, who was playing nearby. His tongue was as vicious as could be.
In truth, Shishi's musical skills were quite impressive. He was simply picking faults to tease her.
"You bastard! Just you wait!"
Shishi's cheeks flushed with anger, and her fingertips suddenly pressed harder. The clear, melodious notes abruptly turned sharp as blades, forming overlapping waves of sound that swept toward Ying Ming Hao like a raging, terrifying tide.
Yet Ying Ming Hao remained perfectly composed. He casually swung his spear, its tip slicing through the air with a piercing whistle. The surging sound waves struck it like a tide crashing against a reef and instantly scattered into nothing.
"Die, you Ying scoundrel!"
Seizing the moment when Ying Ming Hao was distracted by the music, Jin Mingyue's eyes flashed. She tightened her grip on her golden spear and, while the other Heavenly Prodigies held his attention, shot forward like lightning. In the blink of an eye, she was within three meters of him.
With a twist of her wrist, she thrust her golden spear at an exceptionally treacherous angle toward the vulnerable spot at the root of Ying Ming Hao's thigh. If that strike landed, even his profound cultivation would not spare him from paralysis of his lower body. Living freely and elegantly afterward would be difficult indeed.
"Holy crap! You're way too vicious, woman!"
Ying Ming Hao clearly had not expected