Hua Meixi's beautiful eyes widened as she looked at Yao Yuzhi beside her and asked softly, "How did he do it?"
He had not been suppressed by the Cold Mountain Battle Body's attributes, nor had he unleashed any terrifying true qi, yet Sikong Jing had crushed the Cold Mountain Sword in his grip.
After Hua Meixi spoke, the entire ship fell silent. Even Yao Yuzhi could not explain it.
At that moment, Sikong Jing slightly raised his head toward the divine shuttle ship and said, "You seem to have forgotten that there is another man in this world named Su Beiheng—the Su Old Devil you speak of..."
"Was he ever suppressed by a battle body?"
The moment those words fell, everyone's pupils constricted.
Su Old Devil was the greatest example of a non-battle-body resisting battle bodies, an existence who had once made even ninth-grade battle bodies tremble.
"I have never believed that battle bodies are some so-called nobility. It is only that non-battle-bodies have been utterly suppressed. Just like Su Old Devil—so long as he was a non-battle-body and dared to erupt, he had to die."
"He had to become a devil everyone wanted dead..."
Sikong Jing spoke heavily again, crying injustice for Grandfather Su and protesting for the devils defined by the Central Plains.
"Battle bodies may be innately powerful, but so what?"
"To me, battle bodies are still people. There is no distinction of high or low, noble or base. Everyone has only one life."
As he spoke, Sikong Jing gripped the Mystic Ice Spirit Sword planted before him once more.
True qi surged throughout his body as he strode toward Ju Hua. The so-called battle body suppression around him had absolutely no effect. Every step he took was incomparably firm, while his whole body seemed to radiate