At this, Han Genqian naturally struggled like mad in Sikong Jing's grasp, but he could not break free from the violent true energy in Sikong Jing's hand at all.
No matter how he erupted, he simply could not crash out of Sikong Jing's palm.
Then, without waiting for Ye Wucan to speak, Sikong Jing asked again, "Manor Lord Ye, may I ask whether there is any falsehood in my Sacred Body?"
Just now, Han Genqian had said there was something watered down about his Sacred Body, so Sikong Jing now directly threw the question back at them. Even a seventh-grade Heavenly King Realm battle body could not break free from the true energy of someone a whole realm weaker, at the Sea Soaring Realm. Was there any falsehood in that? They had seen it clearly, hadn't they?
At this moment, Ye Wucan was also utterly shocked by the power Sikong Jing had displayed. It truly was terrifying.
With the eyes of a top-tier Emperor, he could of course see perfectly clearly that Sikong Jing had not borrowed any external power at all. Other than a Sacred Body, there seemed to be no other explanation for Sikong Jing's strength.
An eighth- or ninth-grade battle body was clearly impossible!
Unless he was some incomprehensible, terrifying non-battle body like Su Old Devil—but how could there be so many Su Old Devils in this world?
In that instant, Ye Wucan immediately leaned toward Sikong Jing again...
Yet before he could speak, Liu Shizeng had already erupted with a roar. "Enough. Put down little brother Han first."
He likewise could not figure out how Sikong Jing had avoided being seriously injured.
But he and Cold Dragon Patriarch were now in the same camp. Naturally, he could not let Han Genqian continue suffering such humiliation at