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 him.

When the spears stabbed into the arm of the crimson-armored general, it quickly covered his arm in spikes, looking like a hedgehog. But before the spectators could exclaim, the crimson flames on the general melted the spears.

“I knew that I couldn’t stop you with that!” Xiao Mingliang’s music changed, and a piece of ancient music resounded from the Nirvana...