After forming the frost domain, Sikong Jing gave another clang.
A pure-white ice sword appeared in his hand. At this moment, Sikong Jing had taken on the appearance of the frost swordsman devil from before the Ten Thousand Lands Sect courtyard. The difference was that he was not concealing his face this time.
Sikong Jing pointed his longsword and said evenly, "Once I beat you into submission, you'll naturally obediently change the way you do things."
His voice was calm, yet brimming with fierce battle intent...
The moment he had been recognized as Sikong Buwang, Sikong Jing had already decided to use Qu Hanming, the Northern Abyss Mountain Lord, to test his strength. He had never truly fought a top-tier Emperor alone before.
Of course, he wanted a battle.
The Thousand Kings Ten Emperors Battle would begin in a few days. Sikong Jing had told the people of the Tyrant Heaven Chamber of Commerce that he would seize one of the Ten Emperors slots for fun. Naturally, he now wanted to see how his combat strength measured up against a top-tier Emperor.
Since Xu He had happened to recognize him, he might as well give it a try.
Yet in the eyes of Old Ghost Cold Soul and the others, Sikong Jing was simply arrogant beyond all limits. They might indeed be humble before the Thousand Kings Holy Tower, but no matter how humble they were, Northern Abyss Cold Mountain was still a top-tier sect.
If this had been anywhere else, they might have been able to somewhat accept Sikong Jing's arrogance...
But this was Thousand Kings Wind Thunder City!
Sure enough, Qu Hanming could not help letting out an eerie laugh. "Heh heh heh... Little Devil Sikong, perhaps if I gave you ten years, this old man would have