The black tiger was actually connected to Sikong Jing's hand, as if Sikong Jing were gripping its tail and smashing it heavily down at the crowd.
Boom!
Above A Xie and A Xiang's heads, space itself seemed to shatter. Chang Fei and the others, who had been wildly charging at the pair, froze in midair in an instant. Then, one after another, they turned their heads in the air to look at Sikong Jing.
Their gazes suddenly froze, and then their entire bodies, like the shattered space around them, broke apart piece by piece.
Crash...
In an instant, dozens of people, Chang Fei included, all turned into a rain of flesh and blood and crashed down.
The blood rain pattered ceaselessly over A Xie and A Xiang and all around them, splattering with endless plops. Not one person managed to say a word, much less scream.
They had all been smashed to death—none were left alive!
A Xie and A Xiang, who had been drowning in despair moments ago, were utterly dumbfounded. Flesh and blood splattered all over them, yet they did not even notice.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...
Just then, several dozen more people appeared atop the mountain. They were the people A Xie had mentioned from below the slope on the other side.
They were disciples of other Eastern Spirit forces who had heard Third Beauty claim that Sikong Jing was severely injured and had chased after him. Third Beauty had even promised them that whoever captured Sikong Jing alive would have the Thoughtless Sacred Sect as their great backer in the future.
Thus, these dozens of people had pursued A Xie and A Xiang up to the mountaintop.
Naturally, they too saw the dozens led by Chang Fei pouncing toward A Xie and A Xiang. They had also