The black-bearded middle-aged man felt thoroughly played. His face looked as though it were about to squeeze out blood.
"Black Scale, when you faced my Sword Intent Formation earlier, you weren't putting on an act too, were you?"
"You deliberately barely passed?"
At that moment, the black-bearded middle-aged man recalled the Sword Intent Formation used to test Sikong Jing's potential—the formation that served as his standard for taking disciples. Back then, Sikong Jing had passed with extreme difficulty.
In the end, it was the man himself who had dispersed the formation, allowing Sikong Jing to pass.
"Of course. Seeing how ruthlessly you treated the five people from Purple Dust Pavilion, naturally I had to put on an act. Otherwise, it would have been too easy for you to place a restriction on me or simply destroy me." Sikong Jing gave his precise answer while fighting.
Purple Bamboo, standing beside the black-bearded middle-aged man, could not help opening her mouth wide.
So when Sikong Jing underwent the Sword Intent Formation test three months ago, she had worried for nothing. He had been fully confident all along.
Hearing this, the black-bearded middle-aged man was so furious that smoke seemed to pour from all seven orifices.
He nearly clutched his chest, feeling as if his heart were about to explode. He roared viciously, "Mo Fu, there's no need to force him inside. Kill him directly. Use a Yin Spirit Baleful Intent treasure to destroy him."
The moment those words fell, Purple Bamboo's expression changed dramatically. A Yin Spirit Baleful Intent treasure was something similar to her bamboo slips.
The bamboo-slip treasure had been bestowed by her master...
And the other Burial Extinguishers all possessed similar items. How was Sikong Jing supposed to deal with this now?
Outside the Sword Extinction Giant Tomb...
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