Duanmu Chun paid no heed to Shi An's leader's threat and turned his gaze toward Sikong Jing.
Sikong Jing had already leaped down from the Steel Bone Flying Vulture and stood before the Spirit Shadow Formation...
Pei Feishan had no idea that, to Sikong Jing, Shi An assassins' sword techniques truly lacked spirit. Nor did he know that four superpowerful experts were concealed around the Spirit Shadow Formation.
At that moment, the elderly man who had looked like a steward earlier appeared again. "Are you Sikong Jing?"
After Sikong Jing nodded in confirmation, the old steward said, "Before you is our family's Spirit Shadow Formation. It is similar to the Spirit-Seizing Battlefield. Our young miss, Weng Ting, wishes for you to experience in advance what the Spirit-Seizing Battlefield feels like."
"Only by passing through the Spirit Shadow Formation will you qualify to participate in the Spirit-Seizing War."
"At the same time, you must pass through the Spirit Shadow Formation within the allotted time. Otherwise, return to Chaos-Shaking City."
As he spoke, a disdainful look flashed through the old steward's eyes.
What he said was entirely different from what he had just told the Zhang siblings. With them, he had asked whether they were interested. But with Sikong Jing, it was pass or go back to Chaos-Shaking City—he was only one sentence short of saying, "Get the hell back."
How could Sikong Jing fail to hear the contempt in his tone? Frowning slightly, he asked, "Did your young miss Weng say that?"
They had invited him, yet they were treating him with such disdain. Sikong Jing felt both displeased and puzzled.
The old steward puffed out his chest and said coldly, "Our young miss Weng naturally would not say such a thing, but that is what she means."
At once, Sikong