Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...
Just as Liu Zhi's father and all the Shitian Courtyard experts were knocked to the ground, the members of the Tyrant Heaven Battle Team also floated lightly down under Sikong Jing's control of the Tyrant Soul Army-Slaying Formation.
The instant they landed, Sikong Jing said coldly again, "Army-Slaying Halberd Form, crush!"
He continued controlling the Tyrant Soul Army-Slaying Formation, unleashing another barrage of suppression upon the entire Shitian Courtyard and crushing every enemy into severe injury. Only then did he slowly dismiss the Army-Slaying Formation and withdraw the formation markings beneath his feet.
Once it was dismissed, he swept his gaze across the scene and ordered, "Battle team, move out. As for every martial artist within Shitian Courtyard... cripple them, but do not kill them!"
By now, no one in Shitian Courtyard had any strength left to resist. It was time to reap the harvest.
But Sikong Jing had no intention of slaughtering them outright just yet. Su Yuexian's whereabouts were still unknown, so he could not go on a killing spree. Only by keeping these people alive would he have leverage to negotiate with Willow Leaf Holy Manor...
Next... Aaaahhh!
Waves of miserable screams rang out across Shitian Courtyard, turning the entire compound into something as terrifying as the eighteen levels of hell.
Sikong Jing stood at its center like a fiendish demon god.
There were quite a few members in the Tyrant Heaven Battle Team. Before long, they had completed Sikong Jing's orders, breaking the arms and legs of every person with martial cultivation. As for ordinary servants and the like, they were left untouched.
Once everything was settled, the battle team members regrouped around Sikong Jing.
At that moment... hum!
Sikong Jing activated his Tyrant Soul Army-Slaying Formation once more. The formation markings linked