Before Sikong Jing could respond, Chang Wang sinisterly said, "Even if you don’t join, the deal could still be made, but I fear it’s easy to arouse envy from the heavens."
This was a threat—if they couldn’t have him, they wouldn’t leave Sikong Jing, a future master, to help the Holy Dragon Palace progress.
Chang Wang’s eyes were filled with anticipation, as he quietly stared at Sikong Jing.
And everyone in the venue also stared at Sikong Jing.
Qin Heng and the others felt their hearts "thumping" wildly, as recommending him to the Heavenly Dao General Academy was an extremely tempting offer.
In contrast, their Holy Dragon General Academy, compared to Heavenly Dao Academy, was much more challenging, and with Feng Tingfu there, it was impossible.
What would Sikong Jing choose?
Just as everyone waited, Feng Tingfu got up from the ground and roared at Sikong Jing repeatedly, "Little beast, if you dare to hand over the Six Symbols Dragon Sword to the Long Night Heavenly Dao Palace, you won’t be able to escape your deadly fate."
Suddenly, Sikong Jing stowed away the Six Symbols Dragon Sword and swept his gaze over the crowd, saying, "Those who want the Six Symbols Dragon Sword, come with me."
After speaking, his underfoot Demon Dragon abruptly turned and shot out like a streak of light, reaching an ultimate speed.
Chang Wang’s expectant expression froze as he bellowed, "Boy, are you trying to trick me?"
He was very angry, just now they were talking about making a deal, but now Sikong Jing had turned and fled.
"No, I’m leading you to a very dangerous place."
"Have the guts to follow me, or stop me before I reach my destination."
Sikong Jing, riding the dragon in the distance, said very straightforwardly.
The speed of the Demon Dragon below him increased, directly accelerating with the Dark Wing Mask, a Xuantian treasure.
And his direction was clearly... the Holy Dragon Palace!
Chang Wang hesitated for a moment, then coldly shouted, "A mere Xuantian treasure, and you think you can escape from the palm of my hand, you’re too naive."
After talking, Chang Wang sped up to chase after him, and Ma Daoming along with other people from the Heavenly Dao Palace also hurriedly followed.
They were after more than just killing Sikong Jing now—they also wanted the Six Symbols Dragon Sword in his possession.
Chang Wang certainly knew that Sikong Jing was trying to lead them away to let Qin Heng and others kill the people of Xingluo Palace.
But it didn’t matter, the Six Symbols Dragon Sword was of greater interest than what Xingluo Palace could offer; what did it matter to them if Xingluo Palace was destroyed?
Feng Tingfu also roared and sped up in pursuit, shouting, "Damn thing, the Six Symbols Dragon Sword is mine."
As everyone was lured away by Sikong Jing, the outside of the Court Hunting Ground instantly became quiet.
Gradually, Yu Wenxiong’s mouth twitched wildly, and he screamed somewhat despairingly, "You all, come back!"
Without the help of Long Night Heavenly Dao Palace and losing Feng Tingfu, a super master, they would likely face deadly consequences in their current state.
Bai Changwu also roared repeatedly, "It’s Sikong the little beast again, ah ah ah ah ah!"
Meanwhile, Qin Heng and others stared at Yu Wenxiong and Bai Changwu with a murderous intent...
Suddenly, Qin Heng burst into loud laughter and said, "Haha, Sikong Jing was supposed to be a student of your Long Night Star Palace. Who expelled him, and who wanted to kill him only to be trampled underfoot by the Ancient Demon Dragon?"
"Yu Wenxiong, Bai Changwu, do you regret it now?"
Following Qin Heng’s words, the faces of the people from Xingluo Palace turned extremely ugly.
Sikong Jing, this phenomenal Martial Arts monster, was indeed given away to the Holy Dragon Palace by them.
They had already regretted it—after Chang Wang discussed Sikong Jing’s performance in Wentian City, they regretted it to the point of death. Now that Sikong Jing was able to make it to the East Plain Thousand Tyrant List, they were even more regretful to death.
But, who was to blame when Sikong Jing initially tested as having only a Spirit Martial Root?
"Kill, wipe out Xingluo Palace!"
After striking the enemy’s confidence, Qin Heng frantically ordered, leading a group of Holy Dragon experts to launch an attack.
In less than half a moment, most of the institute masters and elders of Xingluo Palace had been slain, and Yu Wenxiong was also severely injured in the siege. In the end, he could only shout, "Split up, escape!"
In the blink of an eye, Yu Wenxiong, Bai Changwu, Yao Changgeng, and others, using powerful treasures to accelerate, frantically fled in several directions.
And, of course, the people of the Long Night Saint Dragon Palace wanted to pursue them...
But, Qin Heng abruptly stopped them, saying deeply, "Stop chasing, saving Sikong Jing is what matters now. He drew away Chang Wang and Feng Tingfu for our sake, we mustn’t let him come to harm."
All the experts of the Holy Dragon Palace halted their steps and rode on Demon Dragons, accelerating with treasures, chasing in the direction Sikong Jing had gone.
The court hunting ground returned to its usual tranquility.
Standing quietly on the luxurious wooden platform was Beigong Xianfeng.
Having already received reports of the battle outside the hunting ground, he said to Cao Yi beside him, "Sikong Jing truly has a terrifying talent, he even managed to pull out the Six Symbols Dragon Sword from the legendary Drunk Dragon Mountain."
"Commander, he is being chased by Chang Wang. There won’t be any trouble, right?" asked Cao Yi, worried.
Taking a deep breath, Beigong Xianfeng could only respond, "Trust him, he will definitely turn danger into safety."
No sooner had he spoken than a refined voice asked from his side, "Beigong Old Commander, are you very familiar with Sikong Jing?"
The person speaking was none other than Hua Lidian from the Overlord Commerce.
He was still holding the Yellow Jade Tablet in his hand, looking at Beigong Xianfeng with interest.
Up until now, Hua Lidian was the only outsider in the court hunting ground, having not participated in any conflicts.
And from the conversation between Beigong Xianfeng and Cao Yi, he gathered that they seemed to be very familiar with Sikong Jing, a student of Long Night Saint Dragon Palace, sparking great curiosity in his mind.
"Ah, he almost joined my Long Night Black Burning Army, alas, someone was shortsighted and missed out on him," Beigong Xianfeng lamented with feigned regret. "By the time I recognized his talent, he had already joined the Holy Dragon Palace, damn!"
Of course, he wouldn’t reveal that Sikong Jing was actually the Dark Wing Commander, not even to Hua Lidian.
The Dark Wing Camp would become his most secretive trump card.
Then, Beigong Xianfeng casually shared some information about Sikong Jing, mentioning how he was brought out from Canglong Small Domain and his family had joined the Long Night Black Burning Army.
None of this was a secret, and anyone could easily find it out.
"So it is, truly a miraculous Martial Arts prodigy," Hua Lidian couldn’t help but exclaim after understanding Sikong Jing’s background.
Suddenly, Cao Yi couldn’t help but ask, "Mr. Hua, where do you think Sikong Jing could rank on the East Plain Thousand Tyrant List?"
This question also made Ji Ming and Ji Han, who were not far away, look over with interest.
Hua Lidian smiled slightly and replied, "I have already engraved Sikong Jing’s performance onto the Yellow Jade Tablet. The exact rank will have to be decided after submitting it to the Overlord Commerce."
Pausing for a moment, Hua Lidian smiled again and said, "But personally, I believe, at least within the top eight hundred."
As his words fell, the entire place was shaken.
Then Hua Lidian added, "Being in the top eight hundred of the Thousand Tyrants List in the Xuanjiang Realm Eighth Layer is indeed rare... I take my leave."
Having said that, he was ready to leave.
But just then, Beigong Xianfeng called out to him, "Wait a moment, Old Sir. Our bet with the Seventh Prince was witnessed by Mr. Hua. Could Mr. Hua give us a moment of his time?"
Upon hearing this, Ji Ming’s face immediately turned extremely unsightly. He had truly lost a wife and a warrior today.
Damn it, all because of that Sikong Jing.