At this, Sikong Jing merely shrugged...
Beside Mo Fu, one of his Burial Extinguisher subordinates sneered. "Lord Mo Fu, there's no need to waste words with him. I'll go drag him over right now and ruthlessly shatter that super-genius dream of his."
As soon as he finished speaking, the Burial Extinguisher made his move, erupting with a boom into the realm of Seven-Step Yin Yang.
Without another word, he flashed toward Sikong Jing.
"Black Scale brat, your dream shatters here..."
As this Burial Extinguisher came to kill him, Purple Bamboo's entire body trembled slightly. She badly wanted to act for Sikong Jing, but in the end, she held herself back.
Bitterness welled ever more fiercely in her heart...
And at that moment, she saw Sikong Jing's entire body become enveloped by that Seven-Step Yin Yang Burial Extinguisher.
The man spoke again in a sinister, chilling voice, "Black Scale brat, I rose from Eight-Step Yang Extremity Heaven to Seven-Step Yin Yang—a full nine minor realms. Yet you only rose six minor realms, and you still think you're some kind of genius?"
"Ignorant and laughable. Get over here now and kneel before us."
As his words fell, the Burial Extinguisher's power contracted wildly, about to drag Sikong Jing away from Purple Bamboo's side...
Yet the next instant, the Burial Extinguisher froze.
He suddenly blinked. He had already begun pulling—so why did the Black Scale brat before him seem to weigh billions upon billions of jin?
He could not pull him at all. What was going on?
At that moment, Sikong Jing, still shrouded in the man's power, gave a soft laugh. "I'm very satisfied with improving by six minor realms."
His tone remained light and unhurried.
This left the bitter Purple Bamboo utterly perplexed. How could Sikong Jing still laugh?
And he