The people behind Ning Shouye nodded knowingly, a cold light flaring in their eyes.
It was at this moment that a deep voice suddenly rang out.
"Long Night Black Burning Army, which one of you possesses the token of Qin Heng from the Long Night Saint Dragon Palace? Step forward and meet your death!"
The voice of this person was filled with intense hatred.
He looked down disdainfully upon the eighty thousand soldiers of the Long Night Black Burning Army. To the Xingluo Palace, the army of the Long Night Empire posed no threat.
The Three Great Academies, standing superior!
At that moment, Sikong Jing slowly stepped forward and smiled, "It turns out to be Master Wang. I didn’t expect to meet you again so soon."
The speaker opposite was none other than Master Wang of the Long Night Xingluo Palace, who was an old acquaintance of Sikong Jing.
Just after Sikong Jing finished speaking, Master Wang suddenly widened his eyes.
Then his mighty and commanding presence vanished, and he asked Sikong Jing with a trembling voice, "How can it be you?"
"Why can it not be me?"
Sikong Jing was still smiling, his tone as calm as ever, as he rode his Black Steed forward with large strides.
Master Wang instinctively took a few steps back, tightly clenching his fists.
At the same time, Ning Shouye and the onlookers all blinked. What was this teacher from the Long Night Xingluo Palace up to? Why would he be afraid of a youngster; after all, he is just a student of the Holy Dragon Palace, right?
Because the Xingluo Palace was sealed, no one knew how terrifying Sikong Jing’s Ancient Demon Dragon was.
More importantly, the old ones and the teachers could not make a move against Sikong Jing, otherwise the Ancient Demon Dragon would reappear.
Suddenly, Master Wang shouted to the students of the Xingluo Palace behind him, "All students, attack and kill this young beast."
At his command, about twenty students from the Xingluo Palace charged out.
Master Wang shouted again, "He is Sikong Jing, the one who can make you Inner Palace students. Do not slack off."
Upon hearing this, the bodies of all students from the Xingluo Palace trembled tremendously.
Back when the Ancient Demon Dragon destroyed the Xingluo Palace, not all students were present, but everyone knew that Palace Master Yu Wenxiong had issued a command stating that whoever killed Sikong Jing would become an Inner Palace student.
This was precisely the opportunity they had been dreaming of...
Then, Master Wang swept his cold gaze over the people of the Long Night Black Burning Army.
"I don’t care whether you are the Black Burning Army or the White Burning Army."
"Anyone who helps him is declaring themselves an enemy of my Long Night Xingluo Palace, even your commanders can’t protect you."
Elder Wei and the Deputy Generals trembled slightly, then tightly clenched their fists.
Being part of the Long Night Empire, they were well aware of the formidable power of the Xingluo Palace. The words of Master Wang were not an exaggeration.
But could they really just watch as Sikong Jing was killed by the people of the Xingluo Palace?
All eyes turned to Ning Jingjing.
However, just then, Ning Shouye stepped forward boldly, threatening coldly, "Ning Jingjing, if you dare intervene, you’ll be harming everyone in the Ning Family, breaking off relations is the least of it."
"I’m afraid your grandmother will send your father to the Xingluo Palace to be dealt with as they please."
Upon hearing this, Ning Jingjing clenched her teeth tightly, realizing she truly couldn’t intervene in this matter, as it would involve far too many others.
The hatred between the Xingluo Palace and Sikong Jing was irreconcilable, a fight to the death indeed.
At this point, Sikong Jing turned to look at Ning Jingjing and the soldiers of the Long Night Black Burning Army, and calmly said, "Remember, no matter what happens next, do not intervene. I cannot drag any of you into this."
After speaking, Sikong Jing suddenly dismounted and calmly swept his gaze over the twenty or so students of the Xingluo Palace.
He then looked at Master Wang and shrugged, "Just these few students, Master Wang, are you looking down on me?"
The words of Sikong Jing were incredibly arrogant.
"To deal with you, a new entrant to the Innate Realm with a Spirit Martial Root, they are enough."
Master Wang didn’t care and shouted again, "Attack, kill."
Immediately, over twenty Xingluo Palace students roared and charged at Sikong Jing, all vying to get ahead of each other.
The quota for Inner Palace students might be just one, and whoever killed Sikong Jing first would hold a greater chance.
"The strongest is in the Martial Soul Realm, the weakest in the Martial Body Realm, damn it."
Ning Jingjing couldn’t help but roar quietly, her fists clenched tightly, palms sweating.
Sikong Jing had only recently reached the Martial Scripture Realm.
Let alone over twenty students from Martial Soul Realm and Martial Body Realm, even a single Martial Soul Realm opponent was too much for him to handle.
You must know these were Xingluo Palace students, not soldiers of the Black Burning Army or ordinary guards.
On the other side, the Ning Family beside Ning Shouye chuckled, "Mr. Ning, that kid is doomed."
And naturally, Ning Shouye wore a vicious smile, looking forward to the moment Sikong Jing would be torn to pieces by Xingluo Palace students.
Suddenly, Sikong Jing, who was surrounded, shouted low, "Golden Dragon Fist!"
His fist exploded, hitting directly one of the Martial Soul Realm Xingluo students, whose eyes suddenly widened, "No, impossible."
With a cry, the Martial Soul Realm Xingluo student fiercely flew backward.
His entire body emitted the crackling sound of breaking bones, then he was caught by a figure, none other than Master Wang.
"Master Wang, I, I...puh!"
The Martial Soul Realm student could not finish speaking and spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, his head tilting as he died.
Instantly, the entire place went silent.
Including Ning Jingjing, everyone was dumbfounded.
However, two 99th Deputy Generals scoffed, "Seeking death, daring to leave no way back against Brother Sikong, this is the consequence."
This Xingluo Palace student in Martial Soul Realm charged too fiercely, which is why he was killed by Sikong Jing with one punch.
Hearing this, Ning Jingjing looked at them and asked, "Did you know earlier that Sikong Jing could kill a Martial Soul Realm opponent?"
She felt like a lot had happened that she didn’t know about since leaving the Black Burning Army a few days ago.
"Of course, General Ning. Even Pan Zha was repelled by a punch from Brother Sikong. How much stronger can a Xingluo student in Martial Soul Realm be compared to Pan Zha in the Martial Arts Sect Realm?" the first Deputy General said, puffing out his chest.
The second Deputy General then asked, "General Ning, didn’t Elder Wei tell you about this?"
Elder Wei opened his mouth behind her and shook his head, "I just forgot to mention it."
Sikong Jing’s counterattack against Lan Zhuanghe and Yan Shun was so spectacular that repelling Pan Zha became a minor detail.
Ning Jingjing’s mouth fell open, how had Sikong Jing managed it?
Repelling Pan Zha in the Martial Arts Sect Realm, now even killing a Xingluo Palace student in the Martial Soul Realm, and he was merely in the Martial Scripture Realm.
This was utterly inconceivable.
While everyone was stunned and puzzled, Master Wang, holding his dead student, trembled violently.
Staring intently at Sikong Jing, Master Wang shouted fiercely, "Everyone be careful, this Spirit Martial Root has reached the Eighth Layer of the Martial Scripture Realm, and such trash has always had terrifying combat power."
Everyone knew the terrifying combat power of the Spirit Martial Root after breaking through to the Innate Realm.
"Kill, kill, kill..." Master Wang roared frantically.
The twenty-odd students dared not slack off, nor charge too fiercely, unleashing their strongest power.
Meanwhile, Sikong Jing calmed down, slowly raised his hands, and exhaled, "Demon Skill, Black Refining Dark Hook Claw!"
As he spoke, an overwhelming Demon Intent burst forth from Sikong Jing.