Sikong Jing's words instantly made Su Jingyi's younger brother's eyes widen... "Mmph, mmph, mmph, mmph!"
At the same time, Su Jingyi finally spoke. "Sikong Ding's son, you're even better at courting death than Sikong Ding. Do you really think you can negotiate with me using my brother? Do you really think that just because you're holding my brother, I can't kill you?"
"Do you think my place among the top hundred of Feather Alliance Hall is watered down?"
The instant his voice fell, an aura of spirit shadow power a hundred times stronger than his junior sister's slowly rose from Su Jingyi's body.
Su Jingyi was about to make his move...
Originally, given his status as one of Feather Alliance Hall's top hundred disciples, he had not wanted to act personally.
But his younger brother had fallen into someone else's hands, his junior sister had been blasted back, and they had underestimated Sikong Ding's son.
Now, he had no choice but to act—retrieve his brother, then viciously torment Sikong Ding's son.
Buzz, buzz, buzz...
The technique he unleashed resembled his junior sister's, still attacking with Extreme Prison spirit shadow power. Yet the feathers formed from his spirit shadow power were a hundred times sharper than hers.
With a buzz, they shot straight toward Sikong Jing. "You won't have a chance to exert any strength."
His brother was in Sikong Jing's grasp, yet Su Jingyi was confident that once his spirit shadow attack struck, Sikong Jing would not be able to muster even a thread of strength throughout his body. Naturally, he would be unable to harm Su Jingyi's brother.
Just like before, feather swords transformed from spirit shadow power pierced toward Sikong Jing's head.
Sikong Jing raised his head again and shouted, "Scatter..."
He unleashed intense Sword Extinction Extreme Prison