But such an atmosphere did not last long before someone raised an opposing voice again.
It was still that Ancient Sacred Peak disciple who had just angrily denounced Sikong Jing. A savage look crossed his face...
"Duanmu Chun said Chang Ao would surely die tonight, but what does Sikong Devil have to fight Chang Ao with?"
"He is Chaos-Shaking City's strongest weapon formation master. He leads top powers such as the Ten Thousand Herbs Holy Sect and the Eastern Night Sacred Pool."
As the words fell, everyone turned to look in unison, only to grow somewhat lost again.
They did not know either. It seemed they could only choose to believe now...
Just as the people of Ancient Sacred Peak were feeling stifled, the forces of the Thousand Kings defectors had already finished gathering and surrounded Eastern Tyrant Branch City. Then Chang Ao once again roared heavily, "Duanmu Chun, are you fucking mute?"
Yet no matter how Chang Ao cursed, the Eastern Tyrant Branch ignored him and remained silent.
Chang Ao was infuriated beyond measure. All the lines he had prepared were completely useless.
In the end, he could only say, "It seems you have truly tacitly admitted that you are a devil faction. It seems I can only destroy you."
As his words fell... Boom!
Powerful battle-killing formation patterns erupted from Chang Ao, surging out to connect with the Thousand Kings defectors gathered from every side.
Under Chang Ao's control, the terrifying aura of the battle-killing formation pressed madly toward the Eastern Tyrant Branch.
And just then... Thud, thud, thud!
Sikong Jing finally strode out from within Tyrant Judgment Tower.
His heavy footsteps pounded against the hearts of countless people, and with every step, streaks of pitch-black battle-killing formation patterns spread beneath his feet.
He suddenly raised his head