Sikong Ding had absorbed the energy of all six Nine Heavens Meteors. Of course, he was even stronger now.
But in this Void Rift World, where true energy was suppressed, even Sikong Ding did not know what level his cultivation had reached. All he knew now was that his son needed to rest for a while.
He charged out and launched into a frenzied slaughter against the Heaven-Soaring Imperial Family forces besieging them...
Sikong Ding's methods were no weaker either. He too slaughtered without restraint.
Though he had been born on the territory of the Heaven-Soaring Imperial Family, he had fought and clawed his way up from the very bottom.
He had endured countless terrifying pursuits, and they had long forged within him an incomparably tenacious nature.
Sikong Jing was greatly delighted by this. He nodded heavily and said, "Father, be careful. If you can't hold on, retreat immediately."
With a booming laugh, Sikong Ding continued charging into battle.
Sikong Jing hurried back to Mother's side first. He returned to his human form, panting faintly.
Ling Xiaotian stepped forward and wiped the sweat from her son's face, her eyes filled with heartache.
What others saw was Sikong Jing's terrifying methods of slaughter. But as his mother, Ling Xiaotian saw only that her son must have gone through heaven knew how much before cultivating the power he now possessed for close-quarters combat.
Her son had said that he had been this way since childhood, having fought and rolled his way out of it.
After she and Brother Ding had left, something must have happened that forced her son onto a road of battle and slaughter.
She and Brother Ding had failed to take care of their son, forcing him to walk this path.
Sikong Jing seemed to see Mother's self-reproach. He