When the people of Sea-Gazing Hall saw Sikong Jing charging at them alone, they were all stunned.
The next moment, rage soared to the heavens...
Sea-Gazing Hall's leader thundered, "You actually think one man can challenge everyone in Sea-Gazing Hall? You dare be so arrogant and look down on us? We'll tear you to ten thousand pieces!"
Immediately afterward, Sea-Gazing Hall's geniuses suddenly recalled something...
"I remember that guy from the spirit seal realm we took in. His surname seemed to be Jing. He was trash I once ground beneath my feet."
"You can actually remember trash like that?"
"Of course I remember. A year ago, my little junior sister, who was only fifteen, slapped that man across the face. The Burial Emperor Spirit Seal Realm is nothing but that kind of trash. No matter how strong they are, they're only dog slaves."
"Hahaha, calling them dog slaves is giving them too much credit."
Hearing Sea-Gazing Hall's words, Sikong Jing's momentum paused slightly. He immediately thought of Jing Yuan.
But in the next instant, Sikong Jing's aura erupted again...
"You're trying to anger me. It's useless."
"After I knock every last one of you down, it won't be too late to have you tell me about Brother Jing's situation..."
As he spoke, sword intent had already emerged from Sikong Jing's body. He was still at the peak of the Extreme Prison Eight Trigrams Realm, but this was an Extreme Prison Stage cultivated by merging the Nine Heavens Sword Dao with the Sword Extinction Burial Emperor Sword.
To all martial cultivators, Sikong Jing's Extreme Prison Stage was an existence close to perfection—or rather, one that was crazed to the extreme.
The Sword Clan was, in truth, synonymous with madness, using their own lives to forge the Extreme Prison Stage.
And Sikong