Every demon dragon was absolutely an existence at the Emperor Venerable level...
"How many powerful demon beasts did the Absolute Beast Emperor slaughter before his death?"
A chill surged through Sikong Jing's heart, while the Lord of Ten Thousand Beasts bloodline within him seemed to roar.
Without any hesitation, Sikong Jing stepped onto the demon dragon spinal-bone chain connected to his palace.
Rumble...
A wild, explosive pressure bore down from the Absolute Beast Main Hall, making Sikong Jing unable to continue forward at top speed.
To enter the Absolute Beast Main Hall, he still had to pass the final trial.
He had to climb upward beneath the pressure radiating from the Absolute Beast Main Hall and step into the palace hanging above.
At this moment, Sikong Jing could see quite a few Divine Sovereign-stage cultivators ahead, along with many geniuses from the various races and halls, struggling as they climbed.
Taking a deep breath, Sikong Jing maintained his triple concealment and pressed forward against the pressure at his fastest speed.
In the blink of an eye...
He overtook several Divine Sovereign-stage cultivators climbing ahead of him, drawing cries of shock from them...
"Who is this young man? He's only at the peak of Endless Extreme Prison, yet he's so fast?"
"He's Sikong Jing of the Feather Alliance. They say the Shadow Moon Demon Rat took on its form by following his appearance, and that he's very handsome."
"It's him. I saw him at the Ten Thousand Demon Hall. This Sikong Jing is a genuine member of the Sword Clan."
As Sikong Jing passed more and more people, the discussions grew louder and louder...
A Celestial Race genius could not help but curse, "Is this Sikong Jing sick in the head? As a true member of the Sword Clan, he ran