Violent turbulence and waves were created in Nie Tian’s soul.

A cultivator’s soul is like a sea of countless wisps of psychic awareness, which is usually peaceful and quiet.

However, when the crisp sound of Li Langfeng’s bell rang out, all the psychic awareness in Nie Tian’s soul sea seemed to be disrupted and torn by an invisible hand, causing splitting pain in his head.

The unbearable pain was more than enough to make those who didn’t have an unwavering will break down.

Even though Nie Tian managed to pull through, gritting his teeth, it pained him to the point where he almost wanted to die.

Shortly afterward, the seven fragmentary stars floating above his sea of psychic awareness began to shine with bright light.

Dazzling, bright starlight poured down onto Nie Tian’s sea of awareness, calming his mind.

Soothed by the starlight, his originally-turbulent sea of psychic awareness gradually returned to calm.

The stabbing pain in his head also gradually grew bearable. Nie Tian took a deep breath and turned around to stare at Li Langfeng with a cold look in his eyes.

Li Langfeng’s reckless actions enraged Nie Tian so much that he...