Sikong Jing's voice was like the cold wind of the twelfth lunar month, sweeping toward the hundred people before him.
The hundred exchanged looks, their pupils contracting violently. Then the leader bellowed, "Leave..."
They were no super sect, nor did they have any genius with a supreme battle body. Even though Sikong Jing was alone now, they did not dare fight him. The incidents involving the He Residence disciples and the rest had already spread to all their ears last night.
Besides, the hundred men from the Yao Residence were nearby. If they formed the Overlord Soul Hundred-Man Army-Slaying Formation, these people would not even be able to escape.
Boom...
But now, they could not escape either.
Just as they turned to leave, the aura of Sikong Jing's Tyrant War King Halberd shot into the heavens. With a hum, a halberd beam seemed to rip through space as it slashed at the people who had just turned around.
"Ahhh..."
Miserable screams rang through the skies. A single halberd strike had cut down more than a dozen people.
Then Sikong Jing lunged after them like a shadow, saying in a low voice, "Since you came, don't leave. Ice Eternal Reverse Shield!"
A frost shield resembling a tortoise shell inverted and covered the people ahead. In an instant, they were frozen stiff.
Perhaps they were frozen for only an instant, but that was enough.
Sikong Jing appeared before them, and his Tyrant War King Halberd slashed again. The frozen people were annihilated in an instant.
Other than ten Emperor Martial Stage experts, everyone from this Shaking One District force was gone.
Everything had been as easy as drinking water. Sikong Jing turned and returned to the entrance of what had once been the Tyrant Heaven store, his expression calm as still water.