Junior Brother Sikong, Quickly Greet Your Senior Brother

Only after Shang Fu, Gongyang Ying, and the others entered the Tyrant Heaven Ancient Tower did the crowd erupt in an uproar, buzzing with discussion.

In a hidden street nearby, Guo Zixia said with hatred filling his eyes, "Sikong Jing—I will kill him."

By then, Junior Sister Lan's hand had already been reattached, but she asked with a trace of fear, "Senior Brother Guo, Sikong Jing has actually lost an arm. Why does he seem even more terrifying?"

At this, everyone's expressions turned ugly to the extreme, a thick sense of crisis pressing down upon them.

Guo Zixia forcibly calmed himself and replied blandly, "I was ambushed just now. Sikong Jing isn't as terrifying as you think, though he truly exceeded my expectations. He's at least in the Third Dao Inquiry Realm."

"In other words, we have one more opponent."

"Still, as long as he doesn't form an alliance with Chou Zhan, he is nothing to fear."

Hearing this, everyone understood, and their expressions immediately improved considerably.

No matter how formidable Sikong Jing was, he was only one man. He bore deep-seated grudges against all three great academies, and the strongest person he could possibly ally with was Chou Zhan. Only the Northern Vengeance Sword Sect dared remain unafraid of the three great academies.

As for the others...

Whether it was the Soaring Peak Sect or any other sect, none would dare offend the three great academies, much less stand together with Sikong Jing.

Yet Junior Sister Lan still said worriedly, "Senior Brother Guo, although Chou Zhan is a sword fanatic with an incomparably reclusive nature, perhaps Sikong Jing will be exactly to his taste. He might truly win him over into an alliance."

At this, cold light flashed repeatedly in Guo Zixia's eyes. Then he gave a frosty laugh.