A large number of people who had just vanished from the grand plaza were already waiting outside in secret.
But for the moment, they were still too close to the grand plaza to make a move. Otherwise, countless people would surely blast them to pieces. Whoever took down Sikong Jing first would give everyone else an excuse to strike under the pretext of protecting the District-Seizing War from disruption.
Every faction had its own designs and remained wary of one another. Whoever stepped out first would be the bird that stuck its head out.
So they had to wait for an opportunity—for Sikong Jing to travel a little farther, and for certain people to lose their nerve first!
Of course, the people of the Thousand Kings Holy Tower desperately wanted to make a move at once, but they were still being suppressed by Cang Lin. Ancient Sacred Peak had already torn all pretenses apart with the Thousand Kings Holy Tower, so naturally, Cang Lin had nothing to fear.
Meanwhile, Sikong Jing continued walking step by step down the incomparably broad street.
There were no buildings around them. This was a place where Divine Shuttle Ships were parked, along with one luxurious beast-drawn carriage after another.
Some had arrived aboard Divine Shuttle Ships, while others had come in beast-drawn carriages.
At this moment, Sikong Jing could naturally sense countless streams of spirit platform consciousness-sea power fixed upon him.
Among them were even presences so powerful they were suffocating.
Yet Sikong Jing's expression remained unchanged as he continued onward...
An aged figure leaned lightly within the shadows beside a beast-drawn carriage and said, "That little bastard really is calm. But what method does he intend to use to escape such terrifying tracking and lock-on?"
The aged voice naturally belonged to Tyrant Lotus