At these words, a cold gleam flashed wildly in Tie Binghun's eyes, and he immediately assumed a guarded stance toward Golden Tiger Emperor.
Yet Golden Tiger Emperor's mind was no longer on Tie Binghun at all.
His head was filled with the contents of Sikong Jing's azure jade stone brick. He continued, "Damn it, he's not normal at all. I damn well have to follow him to the very end. Reaching the Saint Martial Stage is absolutely within my grasp."
These words made Tie Binghun's vigilance vanish without a trace.
How had Golden Tiger Emperor turned into this after merely going back and forth and exchanging a few words with Sikong Jing?
Follow him to the end? Saint Martial Stage absolutely within reach? What was all this supposed to mean?
But Tie Binghun immediately came to his senses again. His gaze fell upon the azure jade stone brick in Golden Tiger Emperor's hand, and his entire body trembled slightly.
Remembering Sikong Jing's earlier words, Tie Binghun hurriedly asked, "Brother Golden Tiger, what is inside the azure jade stone brick?"
Golden Tiger Emperor lifted his head, his voice hoarse as he said, "Let me put it this way: if this azure jade stone brick were thrown to a minor sect, then a hundred years later, so long as that minor sect's luck wasn't utterly terrible, it could absolutely become a top-tier sect."
"And for top-tier Emperors like us..."
"If ten top-tier Emperors obtained the azure jade stone brick, then within ten years, at least one of them could achieve the Saint Martial Stage."
These words immediately made Tie Binghun gape.
Don't think one Saint Martial practitioner emerging from ten top-tier Emperors in ten years was a small number—it was a lot, all right? Every power in the Central Plains had at