After Elder Qiu finished speaking, he turned and vanished. He had to hurry and report this matter.
The captain of the guards could not help gaping, while the other guards turned pale. But one guard said, "Are that father-and-son pair of slaves from Su Jingyi's family really that amazing? They pulled out the ninetieth sword too."
"Su Jingyi has made an even bigger laughingstock of himself," the second guard immediately chimed in.
Slap, slap...
The captain viciously slapped both of them across the face and cursed, "You still have the mind to think about that? We've become a laughingstock too."
They had just been looking forward to watching a good show, yet now they had become part of it.
"Captain, we won't be in trouble, will we?" another guard asked with a face full of worry.
The captain's mouth twitched as he pondered for a moment. "Punishment is unavoidable, but we don't know how severe it'll be. This matter may even involve the Spirit Race."
At the words "Spirit Race," all the guards trembled in fright.
"Relax. Maybe it's only a small matter. After all, that slave from the Su Family seems to be nothing more than a tiny test subject of the Spirit Race." The captain shrugged again. He knew a little about the people of the Burial Emperor Spirit Seal Realm, though not much.
In his experience, since it was only a minor test subject, it should not amount to anything serious.
The ninetieth floor of the Extreme Prison Sky Tower...
The moment Sikong Jing entered, he felt terrifying pressure crashing straight at him. Not only was his entire body under horrifying pressure, but his Spirit Platform consciousness sea was also viciously struck by a terrifying force...
Within his Spirit Platform consciousness sea, the two spirit shadows