Thud, thud...
In an instant, everyone flopped heavily back onto the ground, their faces turning pale again.
Where was their spirited vigor from moments ago? They cried out in alarm instead, "Y-you-you... why are you back again?"
They were scared witless again. So this was what it felt like to fall from heaven into hell.
Sikong Jing remained expressionless, casting them a light glance...
"Thank you for the reminder. I truly hadn't realized that just now."
"I originally thought that the Eastern Tyrant Branch only had ten slots to participate in the Emperor Martial Stage, so a weakling like Yang Zhi should not have had a chance. But thinking about how he supposedly killed Pei Feishan, he should be able to earn Gong Ying's trust and take part in the Emperor Martial Stage battle."
"So, you should still die."
With that, Sikong Jing swept his halberd across without the slightest hesitation.
In the blink of an eye, all those Eastern Tyrant geniuses who had just been excitedly planning to seek revenge on the people of Yao Residence—including the Heavenly King Realm experts from Yang Residence—died on the spot. Not a single one remained.
After finishing them off, Sikong Jing raised his head slightly and looked toward the densely packed Divine Shuttle Ships in the sky, a cruel smile appearing on his face.
With Yang Zhi's cultivation and strength, it should originally have been impossible for him to represent the Eastern Tyrant Branch in the Emperor Martial Stage battle.
After all, every faction had only ten slots.
But who told Yang Zhi to claim that he had killed Pei Feishan? In Gong Ying's eyes, his strength had surely become that of someone extraordinarily powerful beneath the Venerable level... With ten slots available, Yang Zhi would definitely be able to secure one.