Upon hearing this, Ning Jingjing suddenly looked up, a sharp gleam flashing across her eyes.
She understood what Ji Ming intended to do. Although Ji Ming had never met the Dark Wing Commander and didn’t know he was Sikong Jing, he had learned from Ji Han that he was only twenty years old. Who wouldn’t want to lay claim to such a Martial Arts genius?
Moreover, if Ji Ming won, he could also avenge his young Imperial Uncle Ji Han.
Beigong Xianfeng had obviously thought through this too and nodded in response, "My Dark Wing Commander is not some object, but of course, I can agree..."
"And since we’re discussing corresponding stakes, if I win, I want the Seven Wolf Guards of Prince Seven," he continued.
As soon as these words dropped, Ji Han and others couldn’t help the icy gleams flashing in their eyes.
The Seven Wolf Guards were precisely the protectors that Ji Ming had painstakingly cultivated, consisting of seven hundred men.
It was said that each was infused with the bloodline of the Demon Wolf, possessing a powerful and cold resolve, along with a wolf-like ferocity, which was extremely terrifying.
Ji Ming couldn’t help but tremble slightly, but he eventually agreed, "Okay."
The Seven Wolf Guards were his painstaking effort, but Ji Ming believed he would not lose and immediately said, "Then I place my bet on the Long Night Xingluo Palace, sure to win."
Everyone at the venue looked towards Ji Ming. Prince Seven really had no shame.
But Ji Ming just grinned, appearing nonchalant, and stared at Beigong Xianfeng, saying, "I’m the junior here, the old commander Beigong should let me choose the Academy to bet on first, right?"
Having said this, he proudly watched Beigong Xianfeng, eager to see a pained expression on his face.
Ji Ming didn’t just want to win over the Martial Arts genius Dark Wing Commander and not just to avenge Ji Han; he wanted to strike a heavy blow as well for the recent slapping of Yan Ruyu.
Who the hell doesn’t respect me? I am Prince Seven and a Martial Arts genius.
And since I’ve said so, let’s see if you, Beigong Xianfeng, dare to back out.
Of course, if Beigong Xianfeng really decided to back out, there was nothing he could do, but he could use this situation to strike at him, since Ji Ming was making a bet that was sure to win.
Unless Long Night Saint Dragon Palace could win, which was impossible.
Sure enough, Beigong Xianfeng showed a very ugly expression, but finally took a deep breath and responded, "Alright, then the old man chooses Long Night Saint Dragon Palace, to win!"
After speaking, he did look very pained, which caused Ji Ming and Ji Han to smirk endlessly.
With such a talented Dark Wing Commander, it’s tough not to feel the sting of potentially losing him.
But Ji Ming didn’t know that at that moment, Beigong Xianfeng was already secretly planning. If the Seven Wolf Guards were handed over to Sikong Jing, he wondered if he could train them into another terrifying sharp weapon on the battlefield?
"Ah, cornering a junior like Prince Seven does make one feel a bit embarrassed," Beigong Xianfeng sighed inwardly, feeling quite pleased.
Watching Beigong Xianfeng struggle to conceal his laughter, Ning Jingjing and Cao Yi exchanged looks.
So, the Old Commander had such a scheming side too.
At this moment, Ji Ming, completely in the dark, already turned to Hua Lidian from Overlord Commerce, asking him to witness and preside over this contest.
Hua Lidian smiled; such a minor affair, he would certainly not refuse.
Meanwhile, on two other giant flying creatures, Yu Wenxiong and Qin Heng locked eyes, then both shouted, "The deathmatch between the students of Long Night Saint Dragon Palace and Long Night Xingluo Palace begins now!"
Following their announcement, Beigong Xianfeng lowered his head to scan the Court Hunting Ground, looking for Sikong Jing.
At that moment, Sikong Jing stood alone on a tall tree within the big hunting ground, his piercing gaze sweeping the surroundings.
But as mentioned earlier, the hunting ground was vast, and two hundred people in it were like ants, very far apart.
However, Sikong Jing didn’t mind, and suddenly, he let out a low growl like a Fierce Beast.
No one noticed that the moment the low growl was emitted, the mountain forest surrounding him suddenly fell eerily silent, all the demon beasts trembling violently...
Since it was a hunting ground, demon beasts were, of course, everywhere here.
Sikong Jing spoke, "All little demon beasts, go and find the whereabouts of anyone dressed differently from me, then report back to me."
Instantly, the little demon beasts flashed out without hesitation. As for the more powerful demon beasts, Sikong Jing could not yet command them, or to say, if he wanted to command them, he would have to fully unleash the aura of the Master of Ten Thousand Beasts.
But that would attract even more terrifying demon beasts.
Of course, the former Sikong Jing could only command creatures like the Little Demonic Rat, but now, without revealing the aura of the Master of Ten Thousand Beasts, he could command all demon beasts below the Transcendent level.
However, he would not do so excessively, to avoid drawing the attention of the onlookers above.
As the little demon beasts silently dispersed, Sikong Jing quietly stood on a treetop. Half a moment later, a Little Demonic Rat quickly climbed the tree and started squeaking at Sikong Jing.
A gleam flashed in Sikong Jing’s eyes, "Southeast direction, three kilometers away?"
Upon saying this, Sikong Jing immediately flashed out from the treetop, heading straight in the direction the Little Demonic Rat had indicated.
Three kilometers, for him at this moment, were but a dozen breaths away...
He soon saw a student dressed in Xingluo Palace attire, cautiously moving forward.
Sikong Jing approached and asked indifferently, "Are you looking for your companions, or for the students of our Holy Dragon Palace?"
At these words, the Xingluo Palace student’s body broke out in cold sweat.
Looking up, his eyes nearly burst, and he called out with a trembling voice, "Si, Sikong Jing!"
Since the Xingluo Palace enrollment season, the students of Xingluo Palace had all remembered Sikong Jing’s face.
Killing him would grant endless rewards.
But the students of Xingluo Palace also now understood that Sikong Jing was tremendously terrifying, with even Shui Yuyin from the top five of the Long Night Heavenly Dao Palace not being his match. Encountering him alone, they had only one option.
This was an instruction from Palace Master Yu Wenxiong upon entering the battlefield, so the Xingluo Palace student turned around and ran without hesitation.
Sikong Jing sneered coldly and suddenly waved his hand.
One hand transformed into a claw and shot out, instantly landing on the opponent’s head, the Claw Light pressing down without hesitation...
A ghastly scream echoed through the Court Hunting Ground, the first Xingluo Palace student... dead!
At that moment, another Little Demon Bird approached Sikong Jing.
Chirping a few times, Sikong Jing nodded and then flashed out, this time to the southwest, five kilometers away!
Meanwhile, in the sky above, on three massive flying beasts, everyone from either side was shocked.
The Young Prince Ji Han couldn’t help saying, "Someone has died so quickly, in that direction!"
Being some of the top experts within the Long Night Empire, they could of course tell from which direction the scream had come, and they immediately rode the three large flying beasts toward it.
Soon, they saw the Xingluo Palace student lying on the ground, his skull pierced by five fingers.
Immediately, people like Yu Wenxiong from Xingluo Palace darkened their faces, their killing intent surging.
The people of Long Night Saint Dragon Palace could not help but laugh out, Qin Heng said, "Yu Wenxiong, it seems that our Holy Dragon Palace has taken the lead."