Jun Yiji did not respond immediately...
Her narrow eyes stared fixedly at Sikong Jing. Gradually, a terrifying pressure suddenly rose from her body, like an incomparably sharp warblade on the battlefield, descending straight before Sikong Jing.
But that aura did not press down on Sikong Jing himself. She feared she would crush him to death on the spot.
Killing with one's aura was no joke.
The next moment, Jun Yiji asked coldly, "Which super sect are you a disciple of? Have your elder come out and speak with me."
At this moment, Jun Yiji clearly believed that Sikong Jing was no ordinary young man, but a genius disciple from some superpower. Otherwise, he could not possibly have defeated Fennel in an instant.
One had to know that Teng Yue's soldiers had still been injured just now.
Moreover, his powerful control and Army-Slaying Formation attack had proved it as well... None of the surrounding sects and factions could possibly produce such an overwhelmingly powerful young man. He could only have infiltrated this place.
And most likely, he had come for her, a six-seal general.
As Jun Yiji's cold and domineering voice rang out, the burly expert and the others beside her all revealed razor-sharp gazes, each one going on guard. Who knew whether some powerful expert was plotting to assassinate Jun Yiji?
The Seal Sovereign Empire was not without enemies. Jun Yiji's might had been carved out on the battlefield through slaughter.
At the same time... Thud!
The middle-aged battle generals who had earlier brought more than two thousand young people here also dropped to their knees with a crash. A disciple from a super sect—or even a hostile faction—had mingled among them, yet they had failed to notice.
This was a dereliction of duty. Their heads might well roll for