This son of the Sikong slave-wretch was serious.
He actually publicly asked Lady Ruo of the Spirit Race for a slot to enter the Dark Demon Small World.
Su Jingyi was panicking beyond measure. He had never expected Ling Zhe to fly into a rage and send people to question them because Feather Alliance Hall had not dispatched its top geniuses—and to reopen the Dark Demon Small World besides.
Still less had he expected Lady Ruo to show up at Feather Alliance Hall at this critical moment.
Don't agree. What Lady Ruo just said was that Feather Alliance Hall must send true Extreme Prison Stage geniuses. This son of the Sikong slave-wretch might meet the standard in another two years...
But right now, he isn't qualified.
If she agrees, that little Sikong wretch will definitely drag me into this. He'll force me to accept his challenge.
Su Jingyi swallowed hard in secret, silently praying.
At the same time, Yu Diejin, the head of the Yu Family, had already flashed to the entrance of the Yu residence.
He slowly raised his head and stared in disbelief at Sikong Jing, who had already risen into the air, thinking to himself...
He isn't advancing in order to retreat. He really wants to enter the Dark Demon Small World.
Why? Is he so guilty over Yu Tang that he intends to go down there and save her?
The fury and resentment Yu Diejin felt toward Sikong Jing gradually began to fade, and even a few traces of admiration arose in his heart.
He definitely doesn't know what kind of place the Dark Demon Small World is.
He's only someone from the Burial Emperor Spirit Seal Realm.
These were the thoughts of Feather Alliance Hall's many powerful figures. They all believed Sikong Jing dared to