In contrast, Sikong Jing remained incomparably dominant.
Of course, he had wounds on his body as well, but they were old injuries that had split open after the Shadow Moon Rat's attack. The two of them, Feng and He, were simply no match for him.
They could not harm Sikong Jing in the slightest.
Suddenly, Sikong Jing spoke indifferently. "All right, this ends here."
Senior Brother Feng and Brother He both trembled violently from head to toe. Their courage had already been shattered.
In an instant, Sikong Jing vanished from where he stood.
A shadowless streak of sword light swept across Senior Brother Feng's neck. His head flew high into the air, blood splashing down onto the ground.
Before anyone could react, the Mystic Ice Spirit Sword in Sikong Jing's hand did not pause. With a backhand slash, he cut toward Brother He.
"Sikong Jing, stop!"
At that moment, Old Yin of the Eastern Plains Southern Lands shouted from the Mystic Shuttle Ship.
Sikong Jing's sword stopped beside He Yan's neck. He looked coldly toward the Mystic Shuttle Ship as Old Yin said, his chest heaving, "Sikong Jing, I'll have He Yan agree to your condition at once."
He Yan was Brother He. Old Yin looked at him again and said, "Hurry up and agree to the condition Sikong Jing just proposed."
At that moment, He Yan trembled violently beneath Sikong Jing's sword. He gritted his teeth in bitter unwillingness, but in the end, he still lowered his proud head. "Sikong Jing, I am willing... to follow you."
At those words, Sikong Jing smiled faintly... Pfft!
Without the slightest hesitation, his sword pierced through He Yan's neck, stabbing straight through his throat.
He Yan then widened his eyes, clutching his neck and making muffled "urgh, urgh" sounds. Finally, his head