Boom, boom, boom...
Hearing Pei Kuang's trembling voice, the true energy of countless people on the Thousand Kings side who knew Sikong Jing exploded uncontrollably.
Their eyes widened as they cried out in shock, "Sikong Little Devil—w-why?"
Though their true energy raged and burst without end, everyone—including Madam Raccoon and Pei Yusheng—was utterly dumbfounded. After widening their eyes, they could not help rubbing them furiously, wondering if they were seeing things.
Why was the person summoned Sikong Little Devil?
The Tyrant Heaven side could still see only Sikong Jing's back, yet they heard every word Pei Kuang and the others said with perfect clarity.
Murong Jianyun, Old Xiu, and the rest were all stunned senseless.
They felt as though something had gone wrong with their ears. What nonsense were Pei Kuang and the others spouting?
How could Sikong Jing have been summoned?
The next moment, Sikong Jing, standing in midair, smiled faintly. "Pei Kuang, were you expecting a prison powerhouse to appear? Sorry, but what you summoned this time was me... your nightmare."
His words boomed across the Thousand Kings side.
Immediately after, Sikong Jing slowly turned around in the air. Standing suspended in the sky, he looked toward the Tyrant Heaven forces behind him.
Before countless watching eyes, Sikong Jing spread his arms and declared heavily, "Everyone, I'm back!"
The expressions of the Tyrant Heaven forces remained frozen stiff. They, too, could not believe their eyes. Young Master Sikong had truly been summoned by Pei Kuang—it was simply absurd, like something out of a dream.
No, no... was this reality, or a dream?
At that moment, Sikong Jing smiled at the bewildered crowd.
Yet surging heat filled his heart. While in the spatial passage, he had imagined all sorts of situations he might encounter, imagined that he might very