On Elder Linglong's side...
Everyone stared fixedly at the duel at the entrance to the Genius Banquet. Long Jing's entire body went numb as he stammered, "Ancestor Linglong, th-this-this..."
In Long Jing's eyes, Ling Qi killing Sikong Jing should have taken mere moments. Then he could seize Su Yuexi by force and avenge the humiliation of being trampled before. Yet now, the two had actually reached a deadlock.
As long as Sikong Jing of the Feather Alliance was not killed instantly, the Spirit Race would lose face.
One must not forget that the battle against the Shadow Moon Demon Rat was only three days away. Having been caught off guard by Sikong Jing first, their morale would likely be stomped straight into the ground. This could not continue.
"Lord Linglong, I'm afraid we need to do something," said an Imperial Venerable expert under Elder Linglong in a low voice.
Elder Linglong's expression had long since turned ugly beyond measure.
He raised his eyes toward Tian Tao and the others, suppressing his voice as he said, "Tian Tao and the others are right there. We can't do anything."
It was impossible to secretly play dirty and kill Sikong Jing of the Feather Alliance.
Tian Tao would certainly be on guard.
"But Elder Linglong, if this goes on, we'll be humiliated beyond all measure. The Feather Alliance Hall is under our banner. This is no longer us dealing with that Sikong Jing from the Feather Alliance—it has become an internal conflict, letting others watch us make fools of ourselves."
"If Ling Qi loses, then, then, then..."
That would be unimaginable. If Ling Qi had instantly slain Sikong Jing, it would have been nothing more than a minor farce, with no impact whatsoever on the Spirit Race. It might even have raised their