The next moment, dozens of imperial weapons appeared around him. They swept toward Fu Wang before he could react. Sikong Jing's imperial weapons and artifacts were all treasures once belonging to Venerables, altered by Master Wuji until they were utterly unrecognizable.
Among them, naturally, were several extraordinarily powerful ones.
"Kill..."
Borrowing the wildly chaotic power of those dozens of treasures, Sikong Jing rode the Armor-Splitting Flying Scorpion and charged out again. Then, the Tyrant Soul Heavenly Demon Halberd coordinated with the flying scorpion's twin pincers, launching a barrage of frenzied attacks at Fu Wang.
It looked disorderly, but with Sikong Jing's combat experience, how could it possibly be truly chaotic? Every strike came with a rhythm.
"You little bastard, break for me..."
Fu Wang grew exceptionally irritated under the assault and tried to use his own treasures to shatter Sikong Jing's.
"You dare break them?"
Sikong Jing's voice struck back heavily. "Though this place is quite far from Overlord Heaven Outer City, it is only two hours away for Tyrant Lotus Venerable. If you break them too fiercely and let the aura spread too far, Tyrant Lotus Venerable will come."
Fu Wang's expression froze at once. He truly did not dare break them recklessly anymore.
Because of that, he became somewhat constrained and hesitant, gradually falling under Sikong Jing's suppression.
The gap of two minor realms was indeed no small thing. It truly was not easy for Sikong Jing to defeat him with the Armor-Splitting Flying Scorpion, especially when Sikong Jing could not go all out and kill Fu Wang. He too was fighting with his hands tied...
But whether in battle or war, it all came down to momentum.
Sikong Jing's momentum was now growing stronger and stronger, and with man and mount as one, he was not much