By that logic, the final chime would mean facing all the phantoms at once. One misstep, and it would mean failure.
Without thinking any further, Sikong Jing continued his assault...
Outside, Cang Yuan and the others clenched their fists tighter and tighter.
Then came the fifth chime, the sixth chime... By the time they awaited the seventh, Cang Yuan's teeth were already chattering. Only when the seventh chime finally rang did a wild smile bloom across his face.
His voice trembling, he said, "Quick, send word to the Peak Master. Hurry..."
Seven chimes already—he had already drawn level with Pei Yuzheng of the Thousand Kings Holy Tower. Of course they had to notify the Peak Master.
The junior stewards were so excited that they fumbled about in a flurry, hastily writing the letter.
But at that moment, Cang Yuan suddenly looked toward the dozens of onlookers outside and said hoarsely, "Wait. Seal off the area around the Iron Cang Martial Resonance Stone. No one is allowed in or out."
They had no idea who this black-clothed young man was, and with Pei Yuzheng of the Thousand Kings Holy Tower in the picture, it was best to lock down the surroundings of the Iron Cang Martial Resonance Stone first and await the Peak Master's orders.
Thus, the message bird shot off at high speed, while the area was sealed tight. Everyone turned once more to look at Sikong Jing.
Dong...
The eighth chime rang. Cang Yuan's mind swayed, and he shouted heavily, "Notify the Peak Master. Keep sending messages."
He had surpassed Pei Yuzheng—how exhilarating!
Dong...
When the ninth chime rang, Cang Yuan could no longer remain standing and sat down directly. "Send word. Don't stop."
Then came ten, eleven, twelve...
With every chime, Cang Yuan sent out another message bird