Everyone held their breath, staring fixedly at Sikong Jing.
At this moment, not a trace of mockery could be heard anymore. All that remained were waves of incredulous exclamations.
Someone could not help asking, "Can he still smash nine spirit puppets with one punch?"
The people around him gently shook their heads. They were no longer able to make any judgment.
Yet just then, Sikong Jing suddenly... Clang!
A longsword appeared in his hand, freezing everyone's gazes. It seemed he did not intend to rely on his fists alone.
The next moment, Sikong Jing slowly said, "Cang Howling Sword..."
It was not that he could not blast apart nine spirit puppets with a single punch. Rather, he was already very familiar with the Cang Fierce Punch, and wanted to practice the Cang Howling Sword Art some more.
Naturally, this made Chai Jiu's mind explode again. Damn it, was this Black Scale Little Demon deliberately provoking him?
In any case, sword light flashed. Sikong Jing unleashed the Cang Sea Sword Howl and smashed all nine spirit puppets apart in an instant. He passed the nine-tier heavenly ladder with ease and stepped onto the second platform.
He walked step by step to the second Overlord Seal Drum and lightly grasped the drumstick.
"It is still made from the hide and bones of the Overlord Seal Giant Elephant, but the hide and bones of this second drum are more complete," Sikong Jing murmured to himself.
As he spoke, he naturally etched the fragmented meridians within the drum and drumstick into his body.
As they were all etched in, the nine drumbeats also finished resounding. The Sacred Martial True Qi within Sikong Jing's body had likewise been converted to eighty percent.
Nine chimes, their echoes rolling on...
Inside and outside Heaven Seal Academy, silence