His younger brother—his spirit shadow had clearly been extracted.
Then Su Jingyi seemed to realize something and rushed over like mad.
At this moment, he actually saw Sikong Ding's missing son standing before the ninetieth sword. His entire mind instantly began to buzz as countless thoughts flashed through it...
But he immediately cried out wildly, "Sikong Ding's son, you actually came here! You dare impersonate my younger brother!"
As he spoke, Su Jingyi charged frantically into the ninety-ninth swords.
His voice shook the sky, and his frenzy left everyone, including the captain of the guards, utterly astonished.
Sikong Jing merely returned his gaze coldly, then gripped the hilt of the Long Xuan Sword tightly.
He was not afraid of being exposed at all. He only wanted to finish what he had to do as quickly as possible.
At the same time, the guard captain and the others, who had been about to laugh at Su Jingyi, were all dumbfounded. Before they could react, they saw Su Jingyi charge in like a madman, claiming that someone was impersonating his younger brother?
The onlookers blinked, staring blankly as Su Jingyi charged into the ninety-ninth swords.
The woman in white subconsciously raised her head and looked doubtfully at the incomparably irritable Su Jingyi.
At precisely that moment...
The woman in white shuddered violently from head to toe and looked behind her in utter disbelief. Her attendants likewise turned to look in disbelief, only to see the Black-Clothed Youth beside the ninetieth sword suddenly pull the sword out a tiny bit.
That was the ninetieth sword, an existence of terrifying difficulty, yet it had been pulled out at once.
Buzz...
With a sharp cry, the aura of the Long Xuan Sword suddenly shook the heavens as it was drawn.
For a moment, all the