Just now, a great many of Sikong Jing's opponents had said that even if Sikong Jing were at the second step of Yang Extremity Heaven, he still could not possibly be Yan Hui's match.
Yan Hui was a Heavenly Emperor's disciple.
Yet the facts proved that Sikong Jing, merely at the sixth step of Yin Extremity Heaven, could fight Yan Hui to a draw.
This overturned the thoughts of countless people. It overturned everyone's fear and reverence for the Five Heavenly Emperors. So it turned out that, even against the Five Heavenly Emperors' disciples, one could still fight across realms.
Jun Yibai, Jun Yiyao, and the others had already clenched their fists tightly.
This clash had completely proven that Sikong Jing was absolutely qualified to become a disciple of the Five Heavenly Emperors.
Their choice had been right.
"Who was it just now that said the geniuses from small worlds like our Boundless Sea are all so full of themselves?" Wen Nu bellowed heavily again.
This time, everyone's gazes turned toward Yan Hui and his several guards. They had been the ones who said it.
"You look down on the geniuses of our Boundless Sea? Then fucking kill him with one sword!"
Having held it in for so long, Wen Nu vented wildly at this moment. His violent temper simply could not endure all that had happened before...
The instant Yan Hui had appeared, it had been far too stifling, far too infuriating.
Wen Nu could not help sweeping his gaze toward those who had opposed supporting Sikong Jing again, then asked in a low voice, "And who was it that said Sikong Jing wasn't qualified to be named an Eight-Seal Divine General? Tell me now—is he qualified or not?"
An Eight-Seal War General, no matter what, had to be