The three women naturally sensed Sikong Jing's aura, but First Beauty suddenly sneered. "What beast martial fusion? It sounds impressive, but you've only reached the fifth level of the War Martial Realm."
To First Beauty, no matter how far Sikong Jing had advanced, he was still a tiny, worthless weakling!
Even if Sikong Jing had achieved spirit martial fusion before the Spirit Martial Stage, First Beauty still did not care in the slightest. At most, as she had just said, he had a little something to him.
But Third Beauty and Er Yan were somewhat solemn, especially Third Beauty, who knew that every breakthrough Sikong Jing made was rather terrifying.
She had witnessed Sikong Jing's terrifying transformation from the first level of the War Martial Realm to the third, so she could not help reminding her, "Senior Sister First Beauty, every time this brat breaks through, the boost from his imperial weapon increases. We need to be careful."
Slap!
What greeted Third Beauty was another resounding slap from First Beauty.
The latter shouted icily, "Your being useless does not mean I am useless. No matter how powerful his imperial weapon is or how much it improves, it is all useless against me. Watch me crush him beneath my feet first."
Having said that, First Beauty drew her sword and pointed it at Sikong Jing. "You killed our people. Now I'll show you what reality is."
The instant her words fell, her figure vanished. In the next instant, First Beauty had appeared before Sikong Jing.
A cold smile tugged at the corner of her lips. She did not even unleash Frozen Heaven Snow Prison—she merely thrust out her sword.
First Beauty's eyes brimmed with contempt...
Perhaps the boost from Sikong Jing's imperial weapon was indeed formidable, but Er Yan and Third