The eyes of the dozen or so Northern Abyss Cold Mountain disciples gleamed coldly, and Xu He's words stirred their spirits.
The next moment, the chief disciple finally made up his mind. "Xu He, secretly follow Sikong Buwang now. Don't let him leave your sight. He may be powerful, but he'd never dare run wild so openly in Wind Thunder City."
"I'll notify the Mountain Lord immediately. Stay in contact at all times."
As soon as he finished speaking, the Northern Abyss Cold Mountain disciples immediately split up and sprang into action.
Naturally, they had no intention of informing Thousand Kings Holy Tower about Sikong Buwang's appearance just yet. If they reported it now, how could that compare to the credit of capturing him themselves?
Before long, Xu He caught up to Sikong Jing, who was strolling leisurely ahead...
He then told his fellow disciples, "Make sure your arrangements and concealment are flawless. We absolutely cannot let him discover us."
Just like that, the Northern Abyss Cold Mountain disciples who had caught up split into several groups again, positioning themselves along every route Sikong Jing might take. They had always been accustomed to confidence; even while acknowledging Sikong Jing's terror, they were certain they could avoid being noticed by him.
The disciples of the major top-tier sects all had this same problem at present...
On their own turf, they were all heaven's favored sons. They could summon wind and rain, worshipped by countless people. Of course, they felt that legends were only legends—who knew what reality was truly like?
They believed that even if they really encountered the Sikong Devil, they could still fight him.
And whether Sikong Buwang truly was the Sikong Devil could not yet be confirmed with absolute certainty.
See? Sikong Buwang had not noticed their pursuit