It did not stop until it had pierced halfway through, only to be blocked by Ying Shan on the other side.
In Zhan You and the others' eyes, Sikong Jing and Ying Shan hung in midair, their two swords locked in balance—terrifying beyond measure.
"Th-this-this..."
"Sikong brat, why did he suddenly become so terrifying?"
At some unknown point, Zhan You and the others had risen to their feet. They stared at Sikong Jing, dumbfounded, recalling the battle with him a month ago. He was now like a completely different person.
A month ago, Sikong Jing had fought the others besides Zhan You to a draw. Now, if he wanted to kill them, a single sword strike would suffice.
A month ago, Zhan You could still easily suppress Sikong Jing...
Now Zhan You's teeth clacked loudly, and not a trace of his former sinister aura remained on his face. He suddenly shrieked, "Junior Brother Sikong, I was wrong! I'll go now... and kill that Spirit Race man."
With a boom, he sprang into action, charging at the Spirit Race man whom Sikong Jing had just sent flying.
At this moment, Zhan You's heart was filled with nothing but icy dread.
He felt that he was no longer Sikong Jing's match. He knew that if he did not show his worth, Sikong Jing would surely kill him.
Thus, Zhan You charged out like a madman, not daring to retreat even half a step.
He had also improved over the past month, and fighting an ordinary Spirit Race prodigy was no problem at all. His remaining subordinates, however, looked at one another helplessly. With their strength, they could not intervene at all.
"Could this Sikong brat be able to devour demonic energy? How else could he become this fierce after just one month?"