No one responded to Xuan Di's challenge. From how Hong Mao had utterly crushed Hai Long, they clearly understood that none of the people Lan Hong had summoned were ordinary, including this childlike Xuan Di before them.
Besides, fighting a child came with no upside. Winning would mean bullying a child, while losing would be even more humiliating. No one wanted to do something destined to bring no benefit.
When Xuan Di saw that they were ignoring him, he grew angry, feeling slighted.
"Hmph! Then it'll be you. Dragon's Power, Thunder Shadow."
After summoning Little Dragon Rider, Xuan Di immediately launched an attack on Qin Emperor Ye Yinzhu, who was closest to him.
Qin Emperor Ye Yinzhu did not dare underestimate him. He had suffered quite a loss earlier, and his strength had yet to return to its peak.
He poured all his power into the Withered Wood Dragon's Roar Zither in his hands, and powerful mental interference blanketed Xuan Di along with the music.
Xuan Di, who clearly had the temperament of a child, was naturally weaker against mental attacks.
And that was indeed the case. Upon hearing Ye Yinzhu's zither music, Xuan Di only felt that it sounded awful and made his head hurt.
"So noisy! What an awful sound! Roar!"
Unable to endure the noise any longer, Xuan Di let out a dragon roar that shattered every sound wave, even snapping all the strings on the Withered Wood Dragon's Roar Zither in Ye Yinzhu's hands.
"Ah! My zither!"
As someone known as the Qin Emperor, he naturally treasured his zither dearly. Xuan Di calling his music unpleasant was one thing—children did not know how to appreciate it, after all—but destroying his zither was unforgivable.
Qin Emperor Ye Yinzhu was on the verge of going dark, but he