Sikong Jing's words left Jun Guxian stunned.
As a prince of the Seal Sovereign Empire, he naturally knew far more of its hidden history than Jun Feihong, who came from a collateral branch. At last, he could not stop himself from demanding, "You're saying that within the Imperial Legacy Battlefield, there was the inheritance of the Evil Seal Patriarch?"
With a smile, Sikong Jing answered word by word, "Yes. But I already took it. You missed it."
The moment those words fell... buzz buzz buzz!
Jun Guxian's mind rang with a fierce buzzing, and then, with a pfft, he sprayed out a mouthful of blood.
How was this merely digging up an old scar? He was still plowing more wounds into it right beside the first.
Yet Sikong Jing had no intention of letting Jun Guxian off...
"If you had reached the Evil Seal Patriarch's territory first, then with the direct bloodline of the Seal Sovereign imperial clan flowing through you, and with the Imperial Legacy Battlefield on the verge of destruction, the Evil Seal Patriarch would certainly have chosen you."
"Even if he had to share it, he would definitely have given you a portion of his blood essence. What a pity—you missed it."
As Sikong Jing spoke, everyone in the camp, including Ling Jindi, stared fixedly at him.
An utterly absurd feeling exploded from within their hearts.
Only now did they realize what he had meant just then: after obtaining the inheritances of two quasi-emperor demon beasts, he had gone on to obtain the inheritance of a human quasi-emperor as well.
Damn it, who played like this?
"Where is the Evil Seal Patriarch's inheritance territory? Take me there—take me there right now!"
"He must still have blood essence left. He must still have countless inheritances to give me.