With a swift motion, Sikong Jing rapidly swept everyone from the Purple Dust Pavilion into the First Ten Thousand Beasts Heavenly Prison.
The very next instant... Whoosh!
Ling Wangjiao accelerated and suddenly appeared directly above Sikong Jing's head...
"No matter what force in the Primordial Cosmos you belong to, today, you will either let us bind you, or you will... die here!"
As his words fell, Ling Wangjiao's domain erupted, completely shrouding Sikong Jing.
The people of Heaven-Soaring Palace looked at one another.
Especially the Divine Lord Stage expert who had just made a move. He could not understand how Ling Wangjiao dared to do this.
Even he, at the peak of the Divine Lord Stage, had been broken with a single glance by the Black-Clothed Youth. How could Ling Wangjiao possibly contain him?
In any case, everyone from Heaven-Soaring Palace hurriedly followed after him.
But... Boom!
A terrifying spirit-shadow aura suddenly erupted from Ling Wangjiao's domain...
A foundation at the Extreme Prison Stage, solid to the utmost degree, carrying the aura of a Ten Thousand Springs Quasi-Emperor, instantly suppressed the Black-Clothed Youth.
The next instant...
Ling Wangjiao took several steps back, a savage grin spreading across his face...
"Brother, did you just think I was overestimating myself?"
"My apologies, but I am not what I appear to be. You, a Ten Springs Quasi-Emperor, dare to put on airs before me?"
The entire scene was stunned senseless. Could it be that the young master had already become... a Quasi-Emperor?
Of course not.
It was the power of a spirit shadow unleashed by the expert within his sea of consciousness.
It had taken advantage of Sikong Jing's lack of preparation, taken advantage of his underestimation, and used the power of a Ten Thousand Springs Quasi-Emperor to pin him down.
"This Black-Clothed