At that moment, Sikong Jing stepped forward through the air once more, landing before Ying Sanmeng and the other two.
"Your Eight Steeds Linked Camp Island's forces will not arrive for another month or so. When they do, we will certainly welcome them with a net cast across heaven and earth."
Then he looked toward the surrounding onlookers...
"Of course, other sects are also welcome to attack our Cangyu Demon Sect at any time during this period. We do not mind using you to drill our troops, nor do we mind dyeing the entire surrounding sea red."
Sikong Jing's words carried surging demonic intent as they blasted coldly in all directions.
Had this been before this battle...
Even the weakest onlooker would have mocked Sikong Jing. But now, no one dared laugh. The Cangyu Demon Sect had proven that they were no longer a Three-Leaf Sect, but an existence capable of crushing any Three-Leaf Sect.
And on their own territory, even a Five-Leaf Sect likely would not be able to gain any advantage.
More terrifying still was this...
What kind of combat power did this young deputy sect master of the Cangyu Demon Sect possess? What kind of potential did he have?
At this moment, Sikong Jing said with another faint smile, "We will not entertain you all for now. Our Cangyu Demon Sect still has matters to attend to."
As his words fell, Sikong Jing glanced at Zhan Hu...
Without the slightest hesitation, the latter swept up Bao Jiusu and the others, along with more than a dozen sealed captives, tore open space, and flashed back into the Cangyu Demon Sect's domain. At the same time, Ying Sanmeng and Elder Lu also sliced through space with Sikong Jing and departed the small island.
When they reappeared, they had already