Even if they were the first to take down Sikong Jing, so what? Wouldn't they still be beaten to death or crippled by everyone else around them?
The various forces around them were as numerous as stars in the sky. Whoever took down Sikong Jing first would probably be the first to die.
At the same time, most of the forces that had entered Shaking One District were not intensely interested in Sikong Jing. Those who were interested had already attacked him back in Shaking Second District, like those thousand-plus Emperor Martial Stage experts.
Yet with the treasure plainly before them, not fighting for it seemed like letting themselves down.
And so the scene had become what it was now: one after another, they surrounded Sikong Jing without making a move, waiting to see whether anyone would strike first so they could fish in troubled waters.
At that moment, Sikong Jing suddenly lifted his head and looked toward the center of Shaking One District. He smiled faintly. "The initial form of the Killing Sword Dao... So the Four Great Mad Demons have such a method. Grandpa Su and Tyrant Soul Venerable truly are cut from the same cloth."
He sensed the battle at the center, as well as the Four Great Mad Demons' timely arrival and the aura erupting from them.
That aura was unmistakably the incomplete Killing Sword Dao...
Grandpa Su must have given it to Tyrant Soul Venerable back then. It was incomplete because, at the time he gave it away, Grandpa Su had not yet brought the Killing Sword Dao to absolute perfection.
In any case, with this power, Sikong Jing's mood calmed somewhat. At the very least, Ancient Sacred Peak was not in too much danger for now.
As for why Sikong Jing had remained here?