Beneath the pitch-black Sword Claw, Sikong Jing's voice was ice-cold...
"I could kill your eldest son in an instant. Do you really think that, just because you're at the Fourth Sacred Martial Major Realm, you can take me down in a moment?"
Even without using his first demonic-path body, Sikong Jing's current combat strength was already comparable to the peak of the Second Sacred Martial Major Realm. How could Pei Kuang possibly subdue him in an instant?
A sneak attack? Sikong Jing had long been on guard against it.
And the next moment... BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
Murong Jianyun, Tyrant Lotus Venerable, and the others had already charged in, bombarding Pei Kuang and smashing him away from before Sikong Jing.
Thud, thud, thud...
Pei Kuang staggered back several steps. He wanted to seize the chance to flee, but Tie Binghun, Ye Wuzhi, and the others formed an array and blocked his path.
In the end, he stared tremblingly at Sikong Jing and said, "Y-you... you truly surpassed Su Beiheng of those days. I refuse to accept this! Why must the Central Plains produce someone like you?"
He was beginning to despair. Sikong Jing's talent was simply too terrifying.
Back then, Su Beiheng, at the Emperor Realm, had severely wounded Pei Chang, Pei Kuang's elder brother and a Saint Martial Stage expert. Yet now, Sikong Little Devil, also at the Emperor Realm, could withstand an attack from someone at the Fourth Sacred Martial Major Realm.
His mentality had utterly collapsed.
He, Pei Kuang, was supposed to be the most gifted person in the world. Why did people like this always have to appear and oppose him?
Unfair. It was far too unfair!
At that moment, Old Xiu said coldly, "Pei Kuang, when you were young, you lost to our Boss Su. Yet