At that moment, the legend of Su Old Devil surfaced in everyone's mind.
Indeed: Su Old Devil had once risen to prominence in the Central Plains despite possessing no battle body, defeating Pei Kuang of the Thousand Kings Holy Tower—the man now acknowledged as the greatest expert under heaven, and back then acknowledged as the greatest genius under heaven—with the power of a non-battle body!
Then Su Old Devil became a devil whom everyone had the right to execute, and non-battle bodies became lowly things that could absolutely never rise.
Whoever rose would be a devil...
And now, the Thoughtless Sacred Sect's little menial had defeated Pei Yufeng, whose cultivation was two major realms above his, with the power of a non-battle body. Pei Yufeng even possessed an eighth-grade battle body, one nearing the ninth grade.
Therefore, he was a devil like Su Old Devil—a devil who could not be tolerated in this world.
The entire venue had turned icy cold, silent to the utmost extreme.
Sikong Ling still clenched her fists tightly, faint tears glimmering in her eyes. She thought of Grandpa Su, Su Beiheng, whom she had encountered in the Spirit Essence Mini-Realm at home; she thought of him erecting a grave for her, of the scenes where he had been driven to his death.
Why did rising to prominence without a battle body make one a devil?
Meanwhile, Sikong Jing, under everyone's gaze, remained indifferent and expressionless.
He quietly watched Pei Yufeng, who was still laughing wildly, and at last understood why the man had kept roaring for him to unleash his battle body. So this was his true purpose—to brand him as a devil.
Once, Sikong Jing had also considered that one day, he might be regarded as a demon lord by the world, just like