"Hahaha, we really are strong..."
"That trash Sikong Jing—if he dares show himself, I'll beat him until he's crawling all over the ground looking for his teeth, begging on his knees for mercy!"
After completing the challenge, the man who had spoken first burst into laughter again and spat out this furious declaration!
His confidence was now swollen beyond measure. The challenges in the Tyrant Soul Secret Realm had gone so smoothly that they had given him the illusion that he was invincible.
But the moment his words fell, a calm voice came from behind them. "Is that so? I'm right here now. Why don't you come over and see whether you can find my teeth?"
The sudden voice made the three, who had been excited to the extreme, shudder violently as they whirled around.
There, beside the door to the top-floor castle, stood a man who had appeared out of nowhere.
He stood with his arms folded, leaning against the doorframe. His black trousers were tattered, his upper body bare save for a twisted strip of cloth wrapped around his waist. He looked utterly bedraggled.
Yet a faint, mocking smile hung on his face.
Gong Ying's three disciples stared at him dead-on, then cried out in unison, "You little bastard Sikong, how are you here?"
They had finally recognized him. This ragged man was Sikong Jing, the man they had to kill. Half a month ago, at Dongba's gates, they had watched Sikong Jing cut down every captain with a single sword strike.
Hearing that, Sikong Jing shrugged. "Didn't you say you were going to beat me until I crawled around looking for my teeth? So here I am."
With that, Sikong Jing gave a soft laugh and started walking toward the three of them...
In an instant, the