Yang Li had already struggled free and halted her charge, staring at Sikong Jing in utter stupefaction.
Right now, she had only one feeling: Am I dreaming?
At this moment, the entire venue had fallen silent to the extreme...
One sword—just one sword—had taken out the captains of ninety-seven teams. Yang Li had only avoided being sent flying because she had been running at the very back. But how was that possible?
Even Gong Ying and Nether Protector Venerable wore blank expressions, feeling as though Sikong Jing had played them for fools.
"So there's still one captain who hasn't been sent flying."
Just then, Sikong Jing's voice suddenly rang out, his gaze already fixed on Yang Li.
Thud...
He took a step forward, leaving behind another bright-red footprint. Yet Sikong Jing seemed not to know what pain was as he walked toward Yang Li.
Thump...
Overcome with terror, Yang Li collapsed onto the ground on her backside. Pointing at him with a trembling finger, she shrieked, "Didn't you say you weren't confident?"
"I just said that I am confident now." Sikong Jing spoke as he walked.
Boom...
In the next instant, Nether Protector Venerable abruptly shifted and landed in front of Sikong Jing. Coldly, he said, "Boy, you weren't subjected to my forced interrogation just now? You broke free of my spirit platform control?"
That question immediately struck a chord with everyone present. Unless Sikong Jing had lied about being forcibly controlled, there was no way he could have suddenly become this terrifying—no way he could have wiped everyone out with a single sword.
Even Duanmu Chun and Yao Yulou were utterly baffled. They, too, felt that Sikong Jing had not been controlled by Nether Protector Venerable just now.
So he had deliberately lied, deliberately played the pig to eat