What a joke. He couldn't even beat Sikong Little Devil himself, so what the hell was he stepping in for?
And so, after their tense standoff...
Two experts who had once ranked among the top ten in the Central Plains stood where they were, both gazes fixed on Hai He. The latter let out a cold laugh and charged down from the mountaintop.
He actually carried the aura of a top-tier Emperor.
In the former Central Plains, someone so young would certainly have left people utterly astonished. His cultivation realm was so powerful it was almost unbelievable.
Of course, Hai He had not been this strong before. It was only after taking Bald Thicket as his master that he had been elevated to this level.
At that moment, Hai He burst into laughter and thrust his sword straight at Sikong Jing.
At the same time, he said coldly, "Little disciple of the Heavenly Dao, you will pay the price of death for mocking my master. Remember my name... I am Hai He. I am the true genius destined to step into the Boundless Sea."
As he spoke, his Sword Qi had already surrounded Sikong Jing. He shouted again, "First, I'll give you a taste of a fate worse than death."
His Sword Qi was about to slice Sikong Jing apart alive.
Hai He knew exactly how displeased his master was with this little disciple of the Heavenly Dao. Only a brutal execution could make his master happier.
Yet... whoosh!
Just as the Sword Qi touched Sikong Jing, it was as though a gale had swept past. Every strand of Sword Qi froze, and Sikong Jing casually pinched one of them between his fingers before asking, "A fate worse than death? With this thing?"
With that, Sikong Jing lightly flicked the