Ling Ertian was slapped again and again, cursing madly without stop.
Sikong Jing ignored her now. Instead, he looked at the crowd before the Nine Swords Wall and said mildly, "Do you know who I am now? Do you know who she is now?"
"She is Ling Dongwei's daughter. I slapped Ling Dongwei's daughter... are you leaving or not?"
Everyone before the Nine Swords Wall was dumbfounded. The young man who had berated Sikong Jing turned pale at once.
After two breaths, not one of them dared utter another word. They turned and ran.
They might not know who Ling Jianxing was, but they knew Ling Dongwei all too well. This black-clothed youth, Ling Jianxing, had actually slapped Ling Dongwei's daughter. He had to be insane. Ling Jianxing was absolutely a terrifying madman.
When faced with such a madman, of course they had to run.
"You worthless bastards, get back here! Join forces and save me!"
Seeing them flee the moment they could, Ling Ertian cursed wildly in rage once more...
But most of them were merely ordinary Heaven-Soaring bloodline bearers. How could they dare return? They only ran faster.
Sikong Jing paid them no more attention and drew Ling Ertian back into his hand.
Lowering his voice, he said behind him, "Mi'er, come here. However much she bullied you, you can slap it all back now. As long as you don't kill Ling Ertian, slap her however you like..."
Ling Mi'er froze. Super Divine Martial was about to arrive, yet Cousin Sikong still wanted her to slap Ling Ertian to avenge herself.
Was this really the time to be thinking about that?
"Don't worry. So what if it's Super Divine Martial? I have already comprehended the Heaven-Soaring Nine Swords. When the time comes, I'll trigger the Nine Swords Wall