Outbreak, Iron Bone Strikes

At this moment, the atmosphere across the entire scene froze solid, and everyone watched the two people at the center of attention.

The two at the center stared at each other until Mo Ci spoke. "Wipe your face clean for me!"

Mo Ci had only seen Sikong Jing once at the Long Night Holy Dragon Palace, so her impression of what he looked like was not very deep.

The reason she had come down was that she had just seemed to sense Sikong Jing's aura—the unique aura of the Dark Wing Black Flame Sword and a certain demon dragon attribute from the Long Night Holy Dragon Palace.

And those auras seemed to be emanating from this man called Soul Devourer.

So she had pounced down directly and blasted Wu Zhenzhi to the ground. Yet when she clearly saw that charcoal-black face, she was no longer certain, because the aura on him had vanished again.

When she truly sensed him, it had turned into the aura of the Iron Mountain Sect again.

Sikong Jing blinked, then said to Gongyang Ying, "Miss, Sect Master Mo Ci seems determined to see my face for some reason. Please bring me a basin of water. Thanks!"

On the surface, he appeared utterly composed, concealing every shred of killing intent deep within himself while deliberately giving off the aura of the Iron Mountain Fist.

For the moment, Sikong Jing wanted to keep Mo Ci guessing.

Gongyang Ying nodded slightly and ordered Aunt Mian to fetch a basin of water. After Sikong Jing gently took it, he began wiping away the soot from his face bit by bit. At that moment, a small flying vulture had already flown to Sikong Jing's side.

Naturally, Mo Ci paid no attention to this little flying vulture without the slightest fluctuation