At this, Duanmu Chun nodded heavily, his entire body trembling uncontrollably.
Their confidence in Sikong Jing was immense, because his performance in the Spirit-Seizing Battlefield had been sheer madness. He had even killed Yin Henzi's sixth-grade battle-body disciple—so what if he had lost both legs?
Pfft...
At that moment, Sikong Jing took a second step, and the dense nails continued to pierce through the soles of his feet.
Yet Sikong Jing's expression did not change in the slightest. He raised the foot that had just been pierced by nails and took another step forward, blood streaming down like tiny crimson pillars.
"Is this new Grand Overlord Commander really so cruel to her own subordinates?"
Some of the onlookers around them had already covered their eyes, too afraid to watch any longer. This new Grand Overlord Commander was simply too vicious.
Yet all those hostile to them wore crazed smiles...
They just loved watching trash like Sikong Jing and the Heavenly Wolf Team suffer disaster and misery. They had no idea how Sikong Jing had survived, but this scene was simply too satisfying.
Finally, Sikong Jing crossed the nail board step by step, his feet now completely dyed a vivid red.
Standing before the nail board, he looked again at Gong Ying. "Grand Overlord Commander Gong, can I challenge the captains now?"
Gong Ying still looked back at him with a teasing expression. Then she said with a sinister smile, "You can. But it seems this Grand Overlord Commander just left out one rule: only after defeating ten captains in succession may your trash team continue to exist."
The moment those words fell, the crowd erupted...
The spectators all around could not help breaking into an uproar. Every one of them wanted to roar and go mad. How could anyone bully