Xiao Mingliang long noticed that Yan Tianchen had a strong foundation in mental cultivation. His mental cultivation seemed to have been tempered by blood and fire, and he knew he wouldn’t have any chance of winning against Yan Tianchen. Thus, he could only resort to using tricks.

Taking out a lute, Xiao Mingliang’s attacks were like spears raining down on Yan Tianchen. Yan Tianchen was still blowing the flute, and the crimson-armored general took a step forth and stood before ...