At this very moment...
Ling Zhe's Divine Spirit Island had yet to arrive, but Ling Long had already brought Ling Qi and the others, along with the Spirit Race of his branch, to wait in the air opposite them—in other words, upon Divine Spirit Island, which belonged to Ling Long.
Tian Tao had also brought the Celestial Race members and stood in the sky above the center of the venue.
Upon seeing the Lord of the Ten Thousand Demon Hall, he smiled and said, "Black Tiger, I've never seen what a Shadow Moon Demon Rat looks like after taking human form. Is this person beside you... Holy shit, Feather Alliance's Sikong Jing?"
Halfway through his words, Tian Tao realized that the demon rat beside the Lord of the Ten Thousand Demon Hall looked far too damn much like Sikong Jing.
At his words, every gaze in the arena fell in unison upon the demon rat.
Every single one of them was utterly dumbfounded.
After the events of the banquet three days ago, many people had stopped calling Sikong Jing "that kid from the Spirit Seal Realm." Instead, they remembered his name, because he was a true member of the Sword Clan.
Over these past three days, word of Feather Alliance's Sikong Jing had spread far and wide.
He had come up from the Burial Emperor Spirit Seal Realm and, in less than four years, become one of the strongest at the Extreme Prison Stage. He had even influenced Feather Alliance Hall into resisting the Spirit Race, and now he had latched onto a terrifying powerhouse of the Prison Race.
But why was he standing beside the Lord of the Ten Thousand Demon Hall?
Even Ling Long and the other Spirit Race powerhouses came out to take a look.
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