Sikong Jing returned the smile, then refocused his thoughts on studying the Tyrant Soul Heavenly Demon Halberd.
Thud, thud, thud...
Step by step, he walked out of the castle toward the pitch-black ultimate Emperor-grade weapon embedded in the ground—the Tyrant War King Halberd.
He stopped. Only after standing before the halberd for several breaths did Sikong Jing slowly open his eyes.
Sensing Sikong Jing's aura, a flicker of amusement passed through Tyrant Soul Venerable's mental projection. With a snicker, he said, "Brother Su, do you think this kid can pull out the Tyrant War King Halberd that you and I forged together within a single day?"
"I'm truly looking forward to it. Pity you can't see it."
Naturally, his words received no answer. The Brother Su he spoke of was, of course, nowhere nearby.
The Tyrant Soul projection was simply talking to himself. His gaze toward Sikong Jing brimmed with mockery as he muttered again, "Don't be fooled by how full of confidence this kid looks right now. Before long, he'll surely go mad and roar at me."
"He might even give up the challenge. If he can't even pull out the halberd, challenge my ass."
As his words fell, Sikong Jing gripped the Tyrant War King Halberd.
Then he pulled with all his might... yet it did not budge in the slightest!
Behind him, the Tyrant Soul projection atop the castle laughed even more gleefully.
Yet he failed to notice the sharp glint flashing through Sikong Jing's eyes. With his back to the Tyrant Soul projection, Sikong Jing was smiling as well. He murmured, "I knew it wouldn't be that simple, but..."
Buzz...
A fierce surge of true energy suddenly erupted from Sikong Jing's body—true energy tyrannical to the extreme, forged from the six peak Emperor Martial Stage demonic