At this moment, the vast plaza before the Weapon Formation Masters Guild had been fully arranged.
The weapon formation masters' contest was divided into three events: weapon formation master fundamentals, Army-Slaying War Chess, and the Army-Slaying Illusion Realm. The first event was the battle of Army-Slaying fundamentals. Basic Army-Slaying Diagrams had been laid out throughout the great plaza...
After landing, Sikong Jing walked along the central path of the great plaza.
At the end of the path sat the leaders and elders of the major powers. Chang Ao naturally occupied the seat at the very center, while Cang Lin's seat was farther back, as though no one cared about him.
Gong Ying was naturally seated at the end as well...
Although the Eastern Tyrant Branch had failed in its District-Seizing War, no one dared say they were not a superpower.
Likewise, with Sikong Jing's arrival, these heavyweight figures stopped their various conversations. Countless experts from great powers stared fixedly at him as if frozen in place, all kinds of expressions flashing through their eyes.
Among them, Chang Ao looked incomparably sinister...
He glanced at the Venerable-level figure from the Thousand Kings Holy Tower seated not far away, his thoughts running wild...
"Sikong, you little beast, I've already prepared something very interesting for you in the third event, the Army-Slaying Illusion Realm."
"Very soon, all of your Tyrant Soul Inheritance will belong to the Thousand Kings Holy Tower."
At this thought, he looked around at everyone else and sneered repeatedly. "Don't think I don't know that every one of you is also plotting to secretly seize that little beast Sikong, but you have no chance."
Before the weapon formation masters' contest, no one could possibly make a move.
Doing so would invite suspicion of sabotaging the District-Seizing War, and once discovered,