Methods like Forced Troop Control were as rare as phoenix feathers and qilin horns even among troop formation masters.
In all of Chaos-Shaking City, the troop formation masters capable of Forced Troop Control could be counted on ten fingers, let alone forcibly controlling an Emperor Martial Stage expert.
Compared to such a world-shocking feat, Sikong Jing's minor backlash injury was simply not worth mentioning.
The sky above fell into the same deathly silence as the area around Sikong Jing.
Everyone present, no matter which side they belonged to, stood dumbfounded. Pei Feie had been reduced to ashes after merely two moves, yet what truly drove them all mad was still the Forced Troop Control over an Emperor Martial Stage expert.
"Ha, hahahahaha..."
Suddenly, booming laughter shattered the deathly silence. Cang Lin laughed excitedly. "Little Friend Sikong, you truly are a supreme genius of the military path! What magnificent Forced Troop Control, what a splendid Dark Wing Sword Form!"
Of everyone present, Cang Lin understood Sikong Jing's military-path talent best. It was simply boundless.
And this instance of Forced Troop Control had overturned countless people's understanding of forceful control by troop formation masters...
Because those of lower realms could also forcibly control those stronger than themselves.
Duanmu Chun closed his eyes deeply, then opened them again and said, "Gong Ying, are you still going to suppress non-battle physiques? Fucking keep suppressing them, then! If you want Sikong Jing dead, try again in your next life!"
His voice shot straight into the sky, completely venting the tense emotions that had built up since Pei Feie's arrival.
In secret...
Tyrant Lotus Venerable muttered, "This little bastard, damn it... no wonder that old bastard took a liking to him. Back then, I fell for that old bastard Ba Hun precisely because he knew Forced