Striking the Wolf, Not the Face

Afterward, Sikong Jing flashed again and flew above the demon beast mount, appearing before Furious Horizontal.

Furious Horizontal came to his senses and said coldly, "Monster, what do you want? What are you? Who sent you?"

At this moment, Furious Horizontal was finally somewhat afraid. He felt an inexplicable pressure and panic.

Sikong Jing's scarlet eyes fixed calmly on Furious Horizontal. Then his claws flashed out, landing on the latter's shoulders and tearing straight through.

In that instant, Furious Horizontal had no time to react before his body was ripped directly into two halves!

Blood sprayed across the back of his Soul-Reversal Realm mount, and the scene fell silent in an instant.

But Sikong Jing did not stop. He swept toward the other experts of the Horizontal Blade Sect, and within a few swipes of his claws, every one of them was dead!

He was ruthless and swift.

Finally, Sikong Jing looked toward Gongyang Ying. With a sweep of his arm, he pulled her in and vanished from the back of the Soul-Reversal Realm mount.

The instant Sikong Jing and Gongyang Ying disappeared, Furious Horizontal's mount cried out again and fled for its life like a whirlwind.

In the blink of an eye, it vanished from the sight of Gongyang Ren and the others.

The entire Imperial Preceptor's Residence was deathly silent. Gongyang Ren trembled violently. From the humanoid demon beast appearing to Furious Horizontal's mount fleeing, it had all happened in the span of a spark flying off flint—yet Furious Horizontal, who had just been arrogantly unrivaled, was dead.

Every expert from the Horizontal Blade Sect he had brought was dead as well, torn apart alive.

It was simply too terrifying. What in the world was this humanoid demon beast?

Sikong Jing returned to the Imperial Preceptor's Residence with