"Kill!"
After several rounds of bombardment under Sikong Jing's battle-killing command, coupled with the previous waves of curses, every member of the Tyrant Heaven Battle Team was now overflowing with fighting spirit. At Sikong Jing's command, they charged out of the Eastern Tyrant Branch.
Some mounted their beasts, while others rushed out on foot. Connected by Sikong Jing's battle-killing formation patterns, they surged forward like a tide of beasts.
Meanwhile, Sikong Jing stood above the Eastern Tyrant forces, striding through the air with his gaze fixed directly on Chang Ao opposite him.
At that moment, Chang Ao stood dumbfounded aboard his Divine Shuttle Ship. The rage that had been bursting from him moments ago was gone. As he watched the Eastern Tyrant crowd's endless battle cries, an unceasing chill rose in his heart...
Because his battle-killing formation had been suppressed.
They had only just clashed, yet it had already been suppressed beyond all resistance. How was that possible?
He was the strongest weapon formation master of Chaos-Shaking City, the president of the Chaos-Shaking City Weapon Formation Masters Guild.
Chang Ao stared fixedly at Sikong Jing, who wore the Dark Wing Mask. Suddenly, a sharp glint flashed through his eyes as he said, "You're... the Sikong Devil."
The words burst from his mouth.
When the Eastern Tyrant people had been hurling insults at him, Chang Ao had already known that this masked man could not possibly be Duanmu Chun. But after being cursed so viciously, he had never stopped to think about who the masked man really was. His mind had been clouded by fury.
Only now did Chang Ao react. Only now did he guess the masked man's identity.
The instant he spoke, whether friend or foe, even the distant spectators from Chaos-Shaking City, all trembled violently.
The Sikong Devil's