"Mm, I struck it a few too many times."
"So it drew enormous attention from top to bottom at the Ancient Sacred Peak..."
"So I said that being rescued by an expert within the Ancient Sacred Peak's territory shouldn't be a problem."
Sikong Jing nodded. Even now, he still felt that he had struck it a few too many times.
Back then, nine or ten chimes would have been enough to catch the Ancient Sacred Peak's attention. It would not have led to such grave and terrifying attention now.
Duanmu Chun's mouth twitched. He was completely dumbfounded, with only one thought in his mind...
Twelve chimes—twelve fucking chimes!
Fortunately, Duanmu Chun did not know that Sikong Jing had actually struck it eighteen times. Otherwise, he would probably have fainted on the spot.
At that moment, Zhang Duiyin asked blankly, "Twelve chimes—is that a lot?"
Weng Ting drew a deep breath and answered before anyone else, "Eastern Spirit City isn't too far from Ancient City, so I know that the highest record for the Iron Cang Martial Resonance Stone is thirteen chimes... It is said that when the Peak Master of Ancient Cang was young, he only struck eleven chimes."
By this point, Weng Ting's voice had become somewhat hoarse, her face filled with bitter amusement and shock.
Sikong Jing was simply too terrifying. Just how had he done it?
When they had been preparing for the Spirit-Seizing War, Duanmu Chun had recommended Sikong Jing to her, saying there would definitely be a huge surprise.
And the Spirit-Seizing War had already brought one surprise after another, too many to take in.
Now, whether Sikong Jing was telling the truth or lying, every fucking thing about him was no longer merely a surprise—it was a fright.
The entire Yao Residence hall fell