Sikong Jing still stood suspended in the air above the Eastern Tyrant troops.
He still held the heavy bow in his hand and coldly said to the arrow-struck Chang Ao, "Branch Chief Chang, this is the outcome of seeking refuge with the Thousand Kings Holy Tower. You refused to remain the battle-killing association chief of Chaos-Shaking City and insisted on becoming a dog instead."
"Back during the District-Seizing War, as its presider, you were required to be fair, yet you insisted on meddling in it."
"When you attacked me back then, did you ever think that you would end up as a dead dog today?"
As his words fell, Sikong Jing had already put away his bow and ordered another charge...
Chang Ao let out a "Pwah!" and vomited blood again and again. In the end, the true energy and battle-killing formation power Sikong Jing had sent into his body violently shredded him apart, and he exploded on the spot into a rain of blood.
At the same time, cries of alarm erupted from all around. "Branch Chief Chang!"
Sadly, no matter how they cried out, Chang Ao was dead beyond any doubt. The troops gathered by the various factions were instantly scared out of their wits, and they looked at Sikong Jing as though they were looking at a terrifying devil.
But right then, a Venerable Realm expert from the Eastern Night Sacred Pool immediately roared, "Stop standing around in a daze! Reconnect to my battle-killing formation! Branch Chief Chang only lost because he was too old. We can definitely defeat the Sikong Devil..."
At this moment, the experts from all sides who had gathered under Chang Ao were naturally either shocked or terrified.
But they absolutely could not allow the Eastern Tyrant and the Sikong Devil to slaughter