As soon as he finished speaking, the middle-aged man actually struck without hesitation, intent on killing Sikong Jing to avenge Liu Weng's blood-soaked death.
Though they had agreed to a wagered duel, Liu Weng—someone who should have been guaranteed victory—had died far too quickly and humiliatingly. The gap between expectation and reality was simply too immense for the Northern Abyss Cold Mountain crowd to bear, especially since this middle-aged man was Liu Weng's master.
But Ren You moved at that moment as well. Flashing forward, she shouted, "Everyone, attack with me!"
Swish, swish, swish...
Led by Ren You, all the Fox Sect experts charged at the people from Northern Abyss Cold Mountain.
They surrounded and protected Sikong Jing as true energy surged through the entire courtyard. Then Ren You shouted again, "Old Ghost Cold Soul, we already won the wagered duel. Have you no shame?"
With Ren You's words, Old Ghost Cold Soul finally snapped back to his senses. Yet he did not stop his subordinates' assault. Instead, he strode toward Sikong Jing and shouted coldly, "You are definitely not an ordinary disciple of the Thoughtless Sacred Sect."
He felt certain that he had misjudged him. This brat had to possess a battle physique.
Otherwise, how could he have killed Liu Weng in a single slash?
After all, Sikong Jing's aura clearly showed only peak War Martial Realm cultivation. At the same realm, someone without a battle physique could never defeat a fourth-grade battle physique.
Yet in the face of the encirclement, Sikong Jing was not the least bit afraid.
He slowly withdrew the opening stance of Fox Blade Kill, still wearing a relaxed smile as he said, "My physique has already been displayed clearly before your eyes. If you can't see it clearly, then widen your eyes and take