Inside the Tyrant Pattern Array.
Chou Zhan paid them no heed. He looked at Sikong Jing beside him and said softly, "Brother Sikong, if I want to defeat the phantom beast before me, I can only unleash the power of my battle body. But I still have no confidence at all against the last one."
Hearing this, Sikong Jing turned to look at him and smiled faintly. "Brother Chou, don't unleash your battle body's power just yet."
"Hold on for now. Once I've taken the sword, I'll come help you clear the trial."
The moment those words fell, Chou Zhan froze.
Sikong Jing said he was going to take the sword, and that he could help him clear the trial too? How was that possible?
Though he looked quite relaxed, didn't he seem unable to defeat even the second-to-last phantom beast?
As Chou Zhan was lost in doubt, and as nearly everyone in the hall shouted for them not to waste time, a concealed gleam flashed through Sikong Jing's eyes.
Of course he could defeat the second-to-last phantom beast. He was even confident about the last one.
But right now, he simply did not want to completely reveal his combat strength. Instead, he intended to use the methods of the Army-Slaying Formation to break the Tyrant Pattern Array.
Everyone in the hall saw Sikong Jing lightly send out a palm strike...
That palm strike contained almost no power, yet the powerful phantom beast before him suddenly let out a miserable howl and vanished.
"Hm?"
At that instant, Yao Yuzhi, who had been lazily sprawled over the window, could not help but straighten her back and let out a puzzled sound.
"What happened?" The people who had been shouting moments ago abruptly fell silent.
They stared at Sikong Jing in confusion,