"Bastard, it must have been guided by Sword Shatter's will."
"Does she still have consciousness?"
"Or did Sword Witch and the other four wills sense the pressure I brought, and that is why they passed their inheritance to this little junior brother of theirs?"
In the Sixth Heaven, the Absolute Sword Emperor's eyes surged with killing intent as countless guesses ran through his mind.
He immediately shook his head...
"It must be stopped..."
"Martial Nephew Hang Xie, after all this time, you still haven't taken down even half of Yu Xianpo's people?"
"Now heed my command. Gather every force that can be used against Yu Xianpo. We must take them down and kill that little bastard Sikong."
At this moment, most of the subordinates brought by the Absolute Sword Emperor had already become the foundations of the Blood Demon Heavenly Soul Sword Array.
There were not many people he could still use...
After all, a large number of men were still needed to suppress the powerful figures from the various factions in the Sixth Heaven.
Thus, if they were to attack Yu Xianpo, they could only mobilize the manpower currently available.
The Fourth Heaven...
Under the watchful eyes of countless living beings, Sikong Jing silently received and cultivated the inheritances of the Four Great Sword Miracles.
He said nothing, offered no explanations to the outside world, and ignored everything else.
Time passed—one day, two days, three days...
A full ten more days later, Hang Qusha's voice suddenly rang out. "Sikong, you little bastard, take a look at who I have in my hands."
Sikong Jing, still receiving the inheritances, slowly opened his eyes upon hearing this...
He saw Hang Qusha and Hang Kui descending from the sky.
In their hands, they held several hundred people Sikong Jing recognized.
They were