After the voice inside the great door finished speaking, a force struck Sikong Jing, breaking the restriction Purple Bamboo had placed on him.
Sikong Jing slowly opened his eyes, then slowly rose to his feet.
He deliberately put on a bewildered look and asked, "Pavilion Master Purple Bamboo, where is this place? What are you trying to do to me?"
As Sikong Jing spoke, Purple Bamboo, who was kneeling before him with her back to him, trembled slightly all over.
Slowly, she turned her head.
She looked at Sikong Jing and asked, "Brother Sikong, your talent must be incredible, right? You must be a peerless genius, right?"
Only now did Purple Bamboo remember that she knew nothing about Sikong Jing.
She only knew that the Four Symbols powerhouses had been exceedingly cautious when trying to kill him. She had merely heard Zi Jin and the others say that Sikong Jing had slain over a hundred Sea Monster Society members with a single sword, and that he was at the ninth step of Yin Extremity Heaven.
But she truly had no idea what his actual talent was.
Could he meet her master's requirements?
Sikong Jing still deliberately furrowed his brow, but before he could answer, a series of buzzing sounds rang out again. Countless sword gleams crisscrossed in an instant above Sikong Jing's head.
Then they forcibly sucked him upward.
Under Purple Bamboo's terrified gaze, Sikong Jing was drawn into the dense web of sword gleams.
At the same time, the voice inside the great door sounded again. "Break the sword intent formation before you. Break it, and you live. Fail, and you die."
There was no nonsense and no explanation...
The person inside the great door was blunt and direct. To him, this so-called peerless genius Sikong Jing was, for