At this moment, Sikong Jing’s eyes were filled with determination.
Inside his body, the True Qi of the "Emperor Beheading Technique" was circulating wildly, his heart in the Dantian region thumping loudly. Since arriving in the Long Night Empire, this was the first time someone a whole Great Realm higher had suppressed his True Qi.
As his Beast Heart grew increasingly powerful, his True Qi became ever more terrifying, easily surpassing those two Great Realms.
But today, he finally met his match!
"It seems my True Qi is not concentrated enough, otherwise, with the level of the ’Emperor Beheading Technique,’ it should be impossible to be suppressed," he thought to himself.
With that thought, Sikong Jing slowly exhaled a turbid breath, and suddenly his True Qi drew back.
His entire being turned into a mist and disappeared, then swept towards Peng Peng, shouting lowly, "Cloud Dragon Sword!"
Clang, clang, clang...
Sword light flickered eerily around Peng Peng, who swung his sword in defense.
A series of crisp, symphonic sounds continuously intertwined; Sikong Jing’s sword was incredibly fast, and so was Peng Peng’s...
However, Sikong Jing suddenly changed tactics: "Dark Dragon Sword, Fire Dragon Sword!"
The two swords fused together, unleashing a force akin to that of the Dark Wing Black Burning Sword.
But the Sword Intent contained was entirely different, with the dragon’s roar within the sword merging violence and eeriness almost into one.
Finally unable to hold back, Peng Peng let out a scream and was sent flying back, crashing hard against his Xingluo Soldier Domain.
The entire place was shocked, everyone’s eyes wide open—had Peng Peng lost?
Yu Wenxiong’s whole body was shaking.
Ji Ming stood up, clenching his fists tightly.
Beigong Xianfeng remained as nonchalant as ever, as if it didn’t concern him.
Meanwhile, Qin Heng and the others were trembling with excitement; the Long Night Saint Dragon Palace had secured the victory. After all, Sikong Jing hadn’t even used the Six Symbols Dragon Sword.
If he had, the battle would already be over by now.
"Now, take my ’Drunk Dragon Sword’!"
Sikong Jing stared at Peng Peng, his sword emanating a sound of dragon’s lament as if in mourning.
The path of Drunk Dragon Mountain was transformed by the Six Symbols Heavenly Dragon before its death, a manifestation of its sorrowful heart after being inebriated, with even seven Dragon Veins—for the seventh Dragon Vein was left behind just before its death.
Had it survived, it would have become a Seven Symbols Heavenly Dragon.
Sikong Jing, feeling the final resolve and protective spirit of all Demon Dragon brethren within the Drunk Dragon Meridian, looked at Qin Lao and the other Holy Dragon Academy students outside the Xingluo Soldier Domain with empathy...
He revealed a faint smile and unleashed a single deadly sword strike.
Not drunk but full of sorrow and worry... Thus, the sword mourned wildly, its unleashed Dragon Power seemingly grieving the heavens and the earth.
Peng Peng also released his strongest sword strike, but it only held against the Drunk Dragon Sword for a single breath before instantly dissipating.
He could only watch helplessly as his sword was twisted by the mournful Heavenly Dragon, contorting it into a corkscrew shape.
Then, with a resounding boom, he crashed heavily against his own Xingluo Soldier Domain, crack ...(shattering), and was flung out forcefully.
Only when he collided with the trunk of a large tree dozens of meters away did Peng Peng finally stop.
With a retch, he spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, his face turning ghostly pale as he looked up: "Impossible, I can’t possibly lose!"
Even at this moment, Peng Peng couldn’t bring himself to believe he had lost.
He was a student of the Xingluo General Academy, a genius on the East Plain Thousand Tyrant List; how could he lose to a junior from the Night Saint Dragon Palace, especially one who was only at the Xuanjiang Realm Eighth Layer.
Anger, shock, disbelief... A tangle of negative emotions knotted in Peng Peng’s heart.
The more arrogant he had been before, the more he had looked down on people, the more devastated he now felt, and the more miserable he became.
Sikong Jing still held the Blue Cloud Sword and strode towards Peng Peng; he did not speak... There was no need to say much to a dead man.
Feeling the murderous intent emanating from Sikong Jing, Peng Peng finally smelled the scent of death, fear emerging in his heart. Without saying a word, he summoned all his True Qi and turned to flee!
Peng Peng certainly did not want to die here—he was a Martial Arts genius, after all, he must not die.
But just as he turned to escape, the sound of a sword cry followed from behind.
Helpless, Peng Peng turned back to defend himself, only to be violently knocked away, landing on the ground coughing up blood repeatedly.
This time, his body was covered in blood, and though he wanted to flee, he couldn’t even stand up.
Watching Sikong Jing draw closer, Peng Peng roared in a panic, "You can’t kill me; you can’t afford to kill me, otherwise the Xingluo General Academy won’t let you and the Long Night Saint Dragon Palace off the hook."
Sikong Jing’s eyes were ice-cold, still without any response, and in a blink, he was standing in front of Peng Peng, lifting the Blue Cloud Sword.
He had no intention of sparing Peng Peng; not to mention that it was a life-and-death battle, just the fact that if he had arrived a moment later, Qin Lao and Baili Que and others would have been killed by him. Moreover, Peng Peng’s hands were stained with the blood of the Holy Dragon Academy students.
Sikong Jing had called the Little Demon Beast to seek out and kill the Xingluo Palace students, trying his best to protect the students of the Holy Dragon Academy.
However, the Court Hunting Ground was too vast, and Peng Peng’s strength was too formidable. Sikong Jing wasn’t able to provide absolute protection.
Although he wasn’t close to those deceased Holy Dragon Academy students, they had recently followed him on the Drunk Dragon Mountain Road, Thunder Dragon Mountain Road, and Wind Dragon Mountain Road, some even carried on his back...
And yet, they died at Peng Peng’s hands. Could the deceased Holy Dragon Academy students rest in peace if Peng Peng did not die?
Unfortunately, just as Sikong Jing was about to pierce Peng Peng... Boom!
Suddenly, a terrifying pressure descended from the sky, and an aged voice suddenly rang out, "Stop, you cannot kill him."
Sikong Jing was pressed down by this terrifying True Qi and looked up coldly...
It was none other than an elder, and this elder he had already learned about through the likes of Lang Yisuo. This man was Elder Feng Tingfu, who had come with Lu Zhiqian and three others from the Holy Dragon General Academy.
And now, he was colluding with Long Night Star Palace.
To this, Sikong Jing asked indifferently, "If this is a life-and-death battle, why can’t I kill him?"
"Hmph, don’t you know how serious the consequences will be if you kill him? You’ll anger the Xingluo General Academy; you can’t bear the consequences."
Feng Tingfu’s voice was imperious, and his gaze was icy cold to the bone.
No one had expected such a monstrous talent to emerge from the Long Night Saint Dragon Palace and actually win.
Feng Tingfu, who wished the entire Long Night Saint Dragon Palace to be utterly destroyed, felt a sharp pain on his face, and his heart was aflame with rage.
However, Sikong Jing let out a sneer and stared at Feng Tingfu in the air, "One who doesn’t know would think that you are an elder of Xingluo Academy, or perhaps you’ve already defected?"
Upon hearing this, Feng Tingfu’s face underwent a drastic change. He did not want to bear such an accusation, and with a suppressed voice, he roared, "How dare you, impudent scoundrel, accuse me of betraying the Holy Dragon Academy? I must kill you today..."
As he spoke, True Qi surged throughout Feng Tingfu’s body, and he was about to descend from the huge flying beast to execute Sikong Jing.
He wanted to kill Sikong Jing, not wanting the Long Night Saint Dragon Palace to be too proud, even if it meant violating the rules of the battle.
"Feng Tingfu, how dare you?"
Qin Heng and others immediately took action and frostily suppressed Feng Tingfu in the air, preventing him from landing.
Instantly, the True Qi of the experts wildly converged in the air...
And Sikong Jing, free from Feng Tingfu’s pressure, looked towards Peng Peng coolly, the corner of his mouth lifting slightly.
The latter, terror-stricken, screamed out, "Palace Master Yu, save me quick."