What worried them now was what would come afterward. Once Sikong Jing caught Ou Tu's sword, what would happen next?
Would the Spirit Race geniuses fly into a rage out of humiliation?
But Sikong Jing had also said that they had to face this, or their families would be implicated.
"I have to catch it."
Sikong Jing stared at Ou Tu. He had slain Ying Bailiu while in his Magic Beast state. Unable to transform into a Magic Beast now, his combat power was much weaker... but compared to when he had fought Ying Bailiu, he was stronger now.
Before coming here, he had used the Nine Heavens Sword and the Burial Emperor Sword to undergo the most terrifying Sword-Refining Extreme Prison.
That single session had raised Sikong Jing's realm to the fifth step of the Extreme Prison Eight Trigrams Realm. Over the past three days, the Beast-Form Spirit Shadow had also gained quite a bit within the abyss, and his comprehension of the Nine Heavens Sword Traces had gradually entered its finest state.
Finally... buzz!
Ou Tu's sword erupted.
This sword seemed to manifest as a colossal Spirit Gull island, formed from countless seagulls. Its momentum was overwhelmingly powerful, sending chills through the bodies of the geniuses from every race and hall present.
"This ridiculous fellow from the Burial Emperor Spirit Seal Realm is as good as dead."
"He dreams of blocking Ou Tu with the Extreme Prison Eight Trigrams Realm. What a joke. He dreams of deceiving the Spirit Race—utterly laughable."
"Die. Hurry up and die."
These were the thoughts of certain people, Li Shi among them. Every one of them stared fixedly at Sikong Jing.
Yet Sikong Jing's mind did not tremble in the slightest. The Nine Extremes Sword was already in his hand. In his mind,