Thud, thud, thud...
Sikong Jing walked out step by step, landed beside the corpse, and looked at Yan Zhengzheng with a smile. "Thank you. This is the first third-realm Emperor Martial Stage powerhouse I've taken down. I couldn't have done it without the backlash force of the grand formation."
With that, Sikong Jing left Yan Zhengzheng only a straight, unyielding back as he drifted away.
Thud...
Watching Sikong Jing's departing figure vanish, Yan Zhengzheng collapsed onto the ground again. Her entire mind had gone blank. Only now did she understand why Sikong Jing had returned and why he had warned her that she would die if the battle flag did not acknowledge her as its master...
It turned out he had noticed a powerful enemy approaching. If she had acknowledged the flag even the slightest bit later, she really would have died.
And now, she had witnessed Sikong Jing use the power of the grand formation to slay a third-realm Emperor Martial Stage powerhouse with her own eyes!
Though he had borrowed external power, he was still far too terrifying.
Perhaps Yan Zhengzheng was merely a fleeting passerby in the District-Seizing War, but the scene she had just witnessed would remain unforgettable for the rest of her life.
After leaving the courtyard, Sikong Jing looked once again toward the center of Shaking One District, where fierce fighting was underway. He frowned. "Other than Ancient Sacred Peak giving it their all, the other factions still have reservations and don't dare to truly fight with everything they have."
"If this continues, the Iron Saintess will definitely be in danger."
At that, Sikong Jing drew a quiet breath. He suddenly summoned a Little Monster Rat and carved words into its body. "Uncle Yao, have the four senior elders head to the center