At that moment, Sikong Jing gently touched the tip of the severed arm's claw.
His gaze was calm and profound. Deliberately keeping his back to the Divine Relic Academy Dean, he asked whether the latter knew the claw tip's origin or properties. He wanted to know whether the latter had recognized it as something belonging to the Six-Horned Magic Beast...
"The fluctuations of aura on this tiny claw tip are exceedingly obscure."
"For now, I can't tell what it is."
The Divine Relic Academy Dean answered at once. Clearly, he could not make it out.
He could not glimpse the whole from the claw tip, nor could he sense the bloodline aura of the severed six-horned arm through it.
Hearing this, Sikong Jing immediately felt utterly reassured.
Suddenly... ah!
A miserable scream tore from Sikong Jing's mouth without warning.
Then the demonic intent throughout Sikong Jing's body abruptly boiled over. His face twisted as he turned around and growled, "Senior Dean, this tiny claw tip is likely—likely unrelated to the Mountain City Lord."
"It seems to be a trap specifically aimed at my Wild Beast Clan...!"
As he spoke, the demonic intent on Sikong Jing's body grew even denser.
An expression of incomparably intense pain also appeared on his face, as though he had just touched the claw tip and been poisoned by some vicious toxin.
In an instant, everyone present, including the Divine Relic Academy Dean and Qin Luoluo, was stunned.
Immediately afterward...
The suffering Sikong Jing suddenly shuddered from head to toe and stretched out a finger, pointing toward a certain spot within the mountain city cluster...
"Senior Dean, there's someone over there."
That point made the killing intent in the already-stunned Divine Relic Academy Dean's eyes erupt. Instantly, he flung his spirit-shadow power toward the place Sikong