All of a sudden... ROAR!
A berserk demonic roar burst from Sikong Jing's mouth and shot into the heavens. Demonic intent surged upward in an instant, and he became just like the Nine Heavens Blood Devour Magic Beast in the blood-essence image within his mind, as though he had completely fallen into demonhood.
In that instant, demonic-path Sikong Jing became beastly Sikong Jing!
At that moment, within the Seal Sovereign Imperial Palace, countless people were being subjected to Jun Yisui's Forced Troop Control, using the power of the Army-Slaying Formation to fend off the force of Yan Hui's Nine Prison Mystic Body.
"Hahaha..."
"Wen Nu, go on, keep shouting."
"Young Master Yan Hui is a Flame Prison disciple with peerless methods. What use is Sikong Jing's powerful sword intent alone?"
Seeing Yan Hui gain the upper hand, the Seal Sovereign higher-ups who opposed Sikong Jing suddenly felt as though they were impressive again.
Yan Hui was the impressive one—what did it have to do with them?
Yet they simply...
"In the end, Sikong Jing is still doomed to die."
"Defying the Flame Prison Heavenly Emperor is simply the fearless ignorance of one who knows nothing. His Majesty has been bewitched by that demon."
One after another, they hurled endless mockery...
Meanwhile, Jun Yisui, Wen Nu, and the others were sweating in their palms with nerves. Jun Yiyao could not help asking, "Your Majesty, what should we do? Should we save Sikong Jing? He is already qualified enough to become a Heavenly Emperor's disciple."
As before, Sikong Jing's heaven-defying talent was their source of confidence.
Jun Yibai's expression shifted uncertainly. At last, he spoke hoarsely, "No, we cannot save him!"
"This is a fair battle. If he wins fairly, the Flame Prison Heavenly Emperor will have to mind his dignity and