"Ou Yi, you only lasted two moves?"
"Why didn't you resist at all? If you'd fought with your life on the line, you should have been able to hold out for a few more moves."
As he said this, Sikong Jing shook his head lightly, then suddenly looked toward the palace gates.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...
Suddenly, a large number of figures flashed out from within the gates. Ou Yi's barrier had shattered, and the experts of the Spirit Gull Lineage naturally sensed the aura of battle at once. They immediately turned and shot back outside.
They cried out one after another, "Senior Brother Ou Yi, what happened... Sikong Jing of the Feather Alliance, why are you here?"
Sikong Jing, restored to his original appearance, was recognized by everyone from the Spirit Gull Lineage.
Now, throughout Spirit Race territory, who did not know Sikong Jing?
Whether they had truly seen him or not, everyone carried a portrait of Sikong Jing and detailed intelligence about him. Any member of the Spirit Race who encountered Sikong Jing of the Feather Alliance...
Would fight to the death!
At that moment, Ou Yi coughed up blood as he shouted, "Run, quickly contact Zhe Ying! Sikong Jing is Ou—Ou—Ou... Blegh!"
Before he could finish, the sword light belonging to Sikong Jing within Ou Yi's body suddenly exploded, blasting Ou Yi directly into bloody fragments.
For the time being, he did not want to expose the identity of Ou Jin. It might still prove useful later.
At this moment...
The Spirit Gull Lineage experts who had rushed out before the gates all widened their eyes.
They watched helplessly as Ou Yi was killed...
Their entire bodies trembling, they stared at Sikong Jing. Suddenly, A-Ruo shrieked, "Everyone, form the formation and kill that little beast Sikong!"
Seeing