Yan Benxing was suddenly excited; he could perform well in front of Gongyang Ying.
Without further ado, Yan Benxing swung his saber and roared, "Cross Saber, Thousand Miles!"
With a buzz, the Sword Radiance lit up the darkness and fiercely slashed towards Sikong Jing.
Sikong Jing smiled slightly and also said slowly, "Beast Skill, Iron Bone Flying Sky Stick!"
As Sikong Jing’s voice rang out, his iron stick rose once more like a pillar reaching the heavens, directly confronting Yan Benxing’s Sword Radiance with a head-on collision, instantly shattering it to pieces.
"Impossible, how can his stick technique be so powerful?"
Not far away, Yan Qihuan couldn’t help exclaiming in shock as his grandson Yan Benxing’s Sword Radiance was scattered by simply one strike.
Yan Qihuan knew exactly how strong the move Cross Saber Thousand Miles was; it wasn’t just those in the same realm who wouldn’t easily withstand it—even those in the Daoist Martial Fifth Realm or even at the Peak level wouldn’t dare to intercept it lightly.
Yan Benxing was a genius of the Cross Saber Sect, not an ordinary Martial Artist.
Everyone at the scene was in shock as they looked in Sikong Jing’s direction. In the next instant, his figure slowly faded from their sight. When Yan Benxing furiously rushed over, he couldn’t find Sikong Jing anymore.
But the giant shadow of the stick remained, and for a moment, Yan Benxing panicked, frantically sensing his surroundings.
Suddenly, Gongyang Ying’s gaze turned towards the top of the stick’s shadow and he spoke out with surprise in his eyes.
At the same time, Aunt Mian whispered, "Such a bizarre and domineering stick technique; it’s as if he could truly fly, Yan Benxing is surely defeated."
Their voices were very soft and inaudible to others.
Meanwhile, Sikong Jing’s voice seemed to come from everywhere, "It seems that even the top three hundred of the East Plain Thousand Dominator List is merely this. Can’t even catch my figure, can you?"
The voice descended from the sky, and Yan Benxing subconsciously looked up, his pupils violently contracting.
He finally saw Sikong Jing.
In his eyes, Sikong Jing appeared to stand atop the vast stick shadow, the high winds aloft causing his coarse cloth clothes to flutter, mysterious and unfathomable.
Then, Sikong Jing shouted again, "Didn’t you just say ten moves? Then I shall grant you ten strikes!"
With those words, the giant stick shadow vanished, reverting to the iron stick in Sikong Jing’s hand.
Then he grasped the stick and plunged downwards, his entire being seemingly transforming into the terrifying Fierce Beast, the Iron Bone Flying Vulture... Indeed, the Iron Bone Flying Sky Stick was a new Beast Skill created based on the meridians of the Iron Bone Flying Vulture.
It was the main Beast Skill that Sikong Jing prepared to use on his journey to the War Soul Dynasty.
Since the Iron Bone Flying Vulture was a Reverse Soul Realm existence, Sikong Jing had a breakthrough after understanding its demonic power circulation. During the month in Soul Penetration Mountain, he progressed from the Dao General Realm to the Dao Marshal Realm.
In the same period, he also grasped the demonic power circulation of the Heavenly Fire Lion and certain Demon Kings in Soul Penetration Mountain.
Apart from the Iron Bone Flying Sky Stick, he had devised several other Beast Skills... Whether it was True Qi or Beast Skills, both were overwhelmingly powerful.
Yan Benxing gripped his saber, trembling; the force of Sikong Jing’s downward strike was terrifying, like a real Fierce Beast. But the thought of Gongyang Ying made him feel that he couldn’t lose, couldn’t be humiliated, ahhh!
With his saber raised, he madly met Sikong Jing’s Flying Scepter in battle.
As Sikong Jing had just proclaimed, one stick followed another, thundering down.
Each strike hit a different spot, each strike brought a different change, and he still charged like the Iron Bone Flying Vulture.
"Nine strikes now, here comes your tenth!" Suddenly, Sikong Jing’s voice echoed in mid-air.
In contrast, after receiving nine strikes, Yan Benxing was already covered in blood that glowed red; the skin all over his body burst open under the relentless stick barrage, his eyes bloodshot as he stared at the tenth strike thundering down, wanting to swing his saber to withstand it once more.
But at this moment, Yan Benxing realized in despair that his hand had lost all its strength, completely numbed by the shock.
The force of the Iron Bone Flying Sky Stick was so immense that it didn’t just affect the skin, but also caused his muscles to tear.
Just as Sikong Jing’s tenth strike was thundering down, the aged voice of Yan Qihuan suddenly rang out. His Extraordinary Fourth Realm True Qi surged toward Sikong Jing, almost like a deathblow.
Yan Qihuan, unable to contain his fury, was determined to annihilate Sikong Jing, or else his Huanteng Mountain Villa’s prestige would be utterly lost that day.
In an instant, Sikong Jing’s tenth strike was dispersed.
Yan Qihuan, like a phantom, leapt into the air and with a clang, his sword slashed at Sikong Jing.
The Sword Radiance of the Extraordinary Fourth Realm was far more powerful than that of Yan Benxing.
A gleam of sharp light flashed in Sikong Jing’s eyes as he tried to twist his body to dodge the lethal attack... Even though there was a considerable gap between their realms, Sikong Jing was confident he could dodge and even escape from Yan Qihuan’s grasp.
But at that very instant, he suddenly stopped because another master had appeared.
A giant hand formed of True Qi appeared out of nowhere and firmly grasped the Sword Radiance of Yan Qihuan, while a figure emerged in front of Sikong Jing—it was none other than Aunt Mian.
"Who dares to interfere with my killing?" Yan Qihuan, used to being arrogant in Wang Hun State, immediately lashed out upon encountering resistance.
However, when he took a closer look, his anger vanished without a trace, and his body trembled violently.
At that moment, Aunt Mian crushed the sword radiance in her hand into pieces and slowly said, "Yan Qihuan, have you no shame left? Attacking a young person, it’s simply a joke."
Yan Qihuan’s mouth hung open; after glancing at the tragic state of his grandson, Yan Benxing, he still said through clenched teeth, "But this esteemed one..."
In the next instant, a cold voice sounded, and Gongyang Ying finally spoke up.
She walked out slowly, positioning herself between the Yan grandfather and grandson and Sikong Jing, her gaze fixed steadily on Yan Qihuan.
"If I remember correctly, wasn’t it Hero Yan who invited me to eradicate the Soul Stealers?"
"And everyone present is supposed to contribute to the eradication of the Soul Stealers, but what is this now? A free-for-all from the very start? Are you making a mockery of me?"
As her voice fell, there was complete silence all around, and hearts pounded fiercely.
When Gongyang Ying spoke, there was a certain commanding presence that made people feel like prostrating themselves before her.
Upon hearing this, Yan Benxing immediately exclaimed, "Moon Soul Fairy, it was that bastard from the Night Wolf Tribe behind you who was disrespectful to you first."
He hadn’t expected Gongyang Ying to come forward and speak for Sikong Jing.
"Disrespectful? When exactly was the brother from the Night Wolf Tribe disrespectful to me?"
Gongyang Ying’s eyebrows shot up as she continued coldly, "I made myself very clear earlier; I don’t like such fanfare, and I certainly do not deserve any grand gestures from anyone... Just because this brother did not kneel, that’s considered disrespect to me?"
With that statement, Yan Benxing was left dazed, wanting to say how you clearly enjoyed it, yet now you claim to dislike it.
But in the end, Yan Benxing still didn’t dare to say it out loud.
Suddenly, Gongyang Ying raised an eyebrow and said, "Hero Yan, I’ve previously declared that I am willing to meet any man from the War Soul Dynasty who ranks within the top three hundred of the East Plain Thousand Dominator List, to see if he could be a suitable match for the latter half of my life."
"I accepted Hero Yan’s kind invitation and came here," she continued.
"One reason was to fulfill my promise, and the other was to eradicate the Soul Stealer... But now, I must say that I am not compatible with Hero Yan, my apologies."
As her last words were spoken, the previously reluctant Yan Benxing was stunned into silence, screaming, "Why?"
It hadn’t even begun, and it was over?