Weng Ting suppressed the intense frustration in her heart and shouted, "And what about Junior Brother Sikong's martial talent?"
The words had barely fallen when... pfft pfft pfft—waves of laughter erupted!
Nan Feng could not help laughing as he said, "What martial talent could a useless non-battle body possibly have?"
An Earth Decider also picked up the thread, nodding. "And don't go on about how he killed Pei Yuzheng and the Dongba geniuses, or even ordinary Emperor Martial Stage cultivators. Anyone who obtained the Tyrant Soul Inheritance could be that strong."
They believed that all of Sikong Jing's combat strength came from the Tyrant Soul Venerable.
Even if Sikong Jing truly possessed great ability, there was no way they would acknowledge it now. Damn it, you people kept insisting that non-battle bodies were not useless just moments ago. Now that we have the chance, of course we're going to strike back at you.
These words made everyone from the Yao Residence flush crimson, their eyes bloodshot.
They had grown accustomed to Sikong Jing's strength, yet forgotten that in the eyes of the public, no matter how much one talked until their lips wore through, a non-battle body simply meant no martial talent. No matter how formidable one was, there was only so far they could go.
At that moment, Zhang Duiyin said angrily, "Junior Brother Sikong, we're not doing this anymore. We won't give them anything."
Naturally, she meant that they would give up neither the Overlord Soul Hundred-Man Army-Slaying Formation nor the territory of Shaking One District.
But Nan Feng sat up straight and said coldly, "This is Overlord Heaven City!"
Those words alone made everyone from the Yao Residence turn deathly pale.
Their families and friends were all in Overlord Heaven Outer City now. If they truly gave