Ye Futian wasn't lying. He was indeed looking forward to it. As for what he was looking forward to, only he knew.
"I can't believe he can still smile." Everyone saw his smile and thought to themselves that this guy seemed to be very confident.
But this time, Hua Jieyu wasn't with him. Ye Futian had to face it alone. As a musical sorcerer, no one knew where Ye Futian's confidence came from when he faced a musical sorcerer of a high plane from the Qin Clan.
Before, Bai Qiu thought highly of Ye Futian's talent in music and invited him to the Qin Clan. But that was only because of his talent. The difference in plane was there. Even if the strong cultivators of the Qin Clan weren't as talented as him, they could still suppress him. After all, the musical sorcery of the Qin Clan was the orthodox way of music in the Cangye Kingdom.
There weren't many people on the Fenghua Platform. The martial arts and sorcerers' battles had already ended. Now, only people with special cultivation were left. There were seven musical sorcerers from the Qin Clan, three from the Demon Clan, Hua Zhixin, the summoner, and Ye Futian.
The sorcerers had the most people in the last battle. After all, sorcerers of all seven elemental elements and Spirit Elemental sorcerers were all in it.
Twelve strong cultivators stood at the four corners of the Fenghua Platform. They were the Qin Clan, the Demon Clan, Hua Zhixin, and Ye Futian.
After they were in position, everyone realized that it wasn't just the Qin Clan that was hostile towards Ye Futian. The Demon Clan was the same. Yesterday, Yu Sheng had crushed Yun Di. Today, he had thrown Wu Kuangren off the Fenghua Platform. They couldn't blame Yu Sheng for this and could only look for Ye Futian.
Hua Zhixin sensed the subtle change. She slowly walked to Ye Futian's side. She looked at Ye Futian and said softly, "Why don't we work together?"
Ye Futian glanced at the beautiful Hua Zhixin. Yesterday, they had worked together. It was just Ye Futian playing the guqin, Princess Ye Lingxi dancing, and Hua Zhixin painting. Today, they were going to fight.
"Sure." Ye Futian smiled and nodded. He seemed to have sensed something and looked at the Black Wind Condor in the air. As expected, he saw a pair of smiling eyes looking at him. He felt a little wronged. It was a beautiful woman who took the initiative to invite him. He couldn't be blamed, right?
Thinking of last night's experience, Ye Futian was angry. How could he just leave halfway? Thinking of Fox's sexy posture last night, Ye Futian was depressed. It was too cruel. In the future, he had to resist and not fall for her tricks.
"Miss Zhixin, why? We don't want to fight you," said the youth. His name was Su Mu and he was a Nine-star Glory Plane musical sorcerer. His talent was extraordinary. Aside from Bai Qiu, he was the most talented among the younger generation in the Qin Clan.
"It's alright. We're going to fight anyway. You don't have to be so polite." Hua Zhixin's voice was gentle, giving off a sense of weakness.
"Since that's the case, then please excuse me." Su Mu didn't say much. Hua Zhixin was in the Eight-starred Glory Plane. She looked weak but she was the star of this year's Fenghua Banquet. How could she be weak? In a one-on-one fight, even Su Mu wasn't confident he could beat Hua Zhixin who was of a lower plane than him.
The Guqin Spirit flashed and the Musical Sorcerers played at the same time. In an instant, two kinds of music played on the Fenghua Platform. Ye Futian played one and the Qin Clan played the other.
Hua Zhixin squatted on the ground. With a brush in her hand, she drew on the ground. She drew very seriously. When she was focused, there seemed to be a unique charm about her.
At the same time, Yun Di of the Beast Sect took out a leaf and blew it into his mouth. As for the others, some of them blew whistles and some of them blew flutes. The sound that came out was slightly strange. In the air, the demonic beasts went berserk again.
Hua Zhixin's drawing speed was extremely fast, much faster than Zhou Mu, the summoner that Ye Futian had met before. Her drawing was also more realistic and the Spiritual Qi was denser. Soon, birds flew out from the ground. Some flew around her while others flew towards Ye Futian. They seemed to want to protect Ye Futian.
Ye Futian didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Since when did he need a woman to protect him?
"I don't need it." Ye Futian smiled and glanced at Hua Zhixin beside him. Clanging sounds came from the Guqin Spirit. It was like a battlefield.
"It's okay. Aren't we working together?" Hua Zhixin looked up at him with a smile. Then she lowered her head and continued painting. At the same time, endless demon beasts flew toward the Fenghua Platform. They rushed toward Hua Zhixin and Ye Futian.
The birds circling around Hua Zhixin attacked the demon beasts. She continued painting as if everything outside had nothing to do with her.
Ye Futian's eyes shone with a demonic light. At this time, he lowered his head. No one could see that his eyes seemed to contain a terrible storm.
A strange spiritual energy melded into the music. When the wild demon beasts attacked, the strange spiritual imprint rushed into the minds of the demon beasts along with the music.
A strange scene appeared. When the demonic beasts got close to Ye Futian, they actually stopped. The violent demonic beasts then became docile, lying quietly on the ground as if they were listening to his music.
Many people were stunned. Ye Futian's music was sonorous and passionate like a battlefield. How could it subdue the demon beasts?
Naturally, they didn't know that Ye Futian had two spiritual elemental life spirits. Other than being a musical sorcerer, he was also a beast tamer, not a beast tamer.
Hua Zhixin was also stunned. Then she continued painting. Knowing that Ye Futian was fine, she called the birds back to her side and focused on dealing with the people of the Demon Clan.
Su Mu and the disciples of the Qin Clan continued to play quietly. Although what happened on the Fenghua Platform was strange, it did not stop them from playing. The music gradually became louder and louder. The artistic conception was similar to Ye Futian's music. It could bring people into a painting of a battlefield. Then, arrows seemed to break through the air from the battlefield and shot towards Ye Futian. The power of the arrows was shocking. It seemed to be able to pierce through one's spirit.
This time, only Su Mu attacked. Though the others were also playing, they didn't seem to want to join forces to attack Ye Futian with musical sorcery.
Ye Futian played by himself. On the battlefield, some warriors held up shields and blocked the arrows.
Around the Fenghua Platform, everyone listened to the music. They had a strange feeling. It was as if they were on a battlefield and the scene before them was a confrontation between two armies.
Ye Futian played the General's Command.
Su Mu and the others played the Kill Through Wolves. The music was filled with the murderous intent of a battlefield.
Su Mu's music was very aggressive. Thousands of arrows shot out at the same time, wanting to destroy everything. Ye Futian's music was like a general sitting there, as steady as a mountain. No matter how violent the attacks were, Ye Futian wouldn't move.
Su Mu's music grew more and more aggressive. After thousands of arrows shot out, the soldiers went out to battle. Their spears pierced through everything.
Ye Futian's music was still on the defense. Soldiers would stop soldiers with arms. The general was calm and the soldiers were steady. No matter how fierce Su Mu's music was, it couldn't break through Ye Futian's spiritual defense.
The two were in a stalemate. Su Mu's music seemed to be a bit chaotic. In the artistic conception, thousands of soldiers fought and attacked wildly.
Ye Futian still didn't move until Su Mu's music became more and more agitated. Finally, Ye Futian's music changed. It went from calm to high-pitched. It was as if the momentum that had been accumulating for a long time had exploded.
The general gave the order. Thousands of drums sounded and the sound of killing shook the sky. Thousands of soldiers and horses moved together. The momentum was like a rainbow. In an instant, everyone was immersed in the artistic conception. Su Mu's army was like a collapsing mountain. His momentum was completely suppressed.
On the Fenghua Platform, a terrifying storm of music swept everything. It pressed towards Su Mu and was about to sweep towards his body.
But at that moment, the other Qin Clan disciples also made their moves. Their music seemed to resonate with Su Mu's and exploded.
In that instant, the pressure that erupted from the Zither Song Kill Wolf was earth-shattering. The momentum that had been suppressed instantly had the potential to reverse.
Many people's expressions changed. They could naturally tell that it wasn't just Su Mu and Ye Futian fighting alone. The Qin Clan disciples had teamed up.
Su Mu, a musical sorcerer of a high plane, was defeated by Ye Futian.
"Is there any use in numbers?" Ye Futian's lips curled into a mocking smile. He slowly stood up. His Guqin Spirit floated in front of him with his body.
Ye Futian lifted his feet and walked forward. The music was still there. It became more and more violent, pressing forward madly.
Everyone watched in shock as Ye Futian took the initiative to walk towards the Qin Clan disciples. With every step he took, his momentum seemed to grow stronger. Under the general's order, he took the lead.
The Qin Clan disciples strummed the strings in a frenzy, trying to resist the power of the storm. But they had already let Ye Futian gather his momentum.
The musical sorcery of the general's order grew stronger the further he went. He had been gathering his momentum for so long and had been defending. Now that the general's order was given, the momentum was irreversible. On the other hand, Su Mu had been attacking for a long time without success. His momentum kept weakening. Ye Futian wouldn't give him a chance to catch his breath.
Everyone watched as Ye Futian walked step by step towards the Qin Clan disciples. How arrogant and condescending.
Pfft … An Eight-starred Glory Plane disciple couldn't hold on anymore. He spat out blood and collapsed.
With the first person down, the music and momentum became even more chaotic. Then the second, the third … fell one after another until only Su Mu was still struggling.
Finally, with a wave of Ye Futian's hand, like a general giving the final order to clean up the mess, the storm swept past. Su Mu's spirit was heavily injured. He spat out blood and his momentum instantly became extremely weak.
The music stopped abruptly and Ye Futian's Guqin Spirit disappeared. He stood in front of the disciples of the Qin Clan with a smile and said, "The Qin Clan's musical sorcery and the disciples of the Qin Clan are indeed worthy of their reputation.
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