Having figured it out, Ling Mi'er could not help nodding her little head furiously...
"I understand now. You're going to invoke the power of the Nine Swords Wall to kill Shentu Zong. Go ahead..."
"I'll protect myself and keep anyone from coming in."
Ling Mi'er's heart settled a little more, filled with confidence in Sikong Jing.
Yet Sikong Jing suddenly shook his head and replied softly, "Invoking the power of the Nine Swords Wall—that was something I made up."
As his words fell, the confidence brimming within Ling Mi'er instantly froze. Invoking the Nine Swords Wall had been a lie?
Why had he lied?
And then, then, then... how were they supposed to kill Shentu Cong and silence him?
While Ling Mi'er stood utterly bewildered, Sikong Jing offered no further explanation. He directly tossed the unconscious Ling Ertian before Ling Mi'er, then stepped forward and said, "Eighth Sword, Sword God Barrier, seal!"
He likewise cast a barrier, sealing Ling Mi'er inside it—or rather, protecting her.
He protected her right in front of the formation gate...
In other words, Ling Mi'er was now holding Ling Ertian, caught between Shentu Zong's barrier and Sikong Jing's Sword God Barrier.
Before she could react, Sikong Jing slowly continued, "Next, I will fight Shentu Cong to the death. You will remain between the two barriers with Ling Ertian as your hostage. If any danger arises, immediately use Ling Ertian as a hostage."
Having said that, Sikong Jing looked toward Shentu Cong, whose entire body radiated a chilling, sinister air as he strode wildly forward.
Shentu Cong was still studying Sikong Jing, as though confirming the latter's true identity.
At last, he let out a cold laugh...
"Sikong Jing, you bastard of the alien human race—haha... what a case of wearing out iron shoes in search,