The Second Elder’s voice violently shook the air, unsure of whether she could kill Sikong Jing with a single strike. Therefore, the Young Sect Master absolutely must not make an appearance, nor should she be allowed to meet Sikong Jing.
This served as a reminder to the Young Sect Master and also to those few who were protecting her, to be vigilant and prevent her from running out of the room.
Furthermore, they would completely seal off any incoming sounds so that the Young Sect Master couldn’t hear them.
However, what the members of the Wangyou Sect didn’t know was that, at this very moment, their Young Sect Master sat on the rooftop of the Emperor’s study in the rear courtyard of the Imperial Palace. With her legs swinging, she was keenly watching toward the direction of the Ye Emperor Hall.
Behind her stood several Wangyou Sect experts of the Extraordinary Realm, already pale with forced smiles on their faces.
The Second Elder was still on guard against the Young Sect Master, but they were completely unaware that the Young Sect Master had already recognized Sikong Jing, and for some reason, their abilities hadn’t faltered but had even become terrifyingly powerful.
Standing beside Sikong Ling was a middle-aged figure, none other than Ji Shengmang.
"Young Sect Master, aren’t you worried about your brother?" Ji Shengmang couldn’t help but ask, looking at Sikong Ling’s indifferent expression.
Sikong Ling, without turning back, responded in a clear voice, "I’m not worried. Since my brother hasn’t called for me, he must be confident. Right now, I just want to watch his performance and let the Second Elder and the others know... not to underestimate people too much."
After speaking, a slight chill replaced the admiration in Sikong Ling’s eyes.
She now fully understood that, except for a few people of her generation in the Wangyou Sect, almost everyone wanted her brother dead, all akin to their master, who wanted her to be the future of the Wangyou Sect but also wanted to kill her brother.
How could Sikong Ling not harbor hatred?
Ji Shengmang’s expression slightly stiffened as he inwardly sighed, understanding Sikong Ling’s sentiment: they should not underestimate her brother.
But more than just Sikong Jing, at this moment, Ji Shengmang felt this statement applied to not underestimating the Canglong Small Domain either.
Sikong Jing and his sister, along with Yan Ruyu... who among them wasn’t formidable?
Atop the ruins of the Ye Emperor Hall, the Second Elder coldly said, "Sikong Jing, you should not underestimate the strong. You did kill our Sect Master, and I, being of the Reverse Soul Realm, could easily kill you."
As she spoke, ice and snow coalesced, a heartless aura emanated from the Wangyou Sect’s experts.
Even facing two hundred thousand Xuantian soldiers, she was still full of confidence...
Had it not been for the sudden strike of the Absolute Night Wolf Guards and the Dark Wing Camp, they wouldn’t have wavered at all.
Facing the terrifying icy Purgatory, Sikong Jing’s expression remained unfazed as he commanded, "Retreat!"
Upon his command, two hundred thousand Dark Wing Camp soldiers and seven hundred Absolute Night Wolf Guards moved uniformly, swiftly retreating toward the approaching Long Night Black Burning Army, needing to converge with them.
Sikong Jing was well aware that even though two hundred thousand men might hold the line, there would still be significant casualties.
In such a situation, there was no need for any casualties as Sikong Jing was utterly confident of victory.
Seeing this, Yan Ruyu screamed out, "Second Elder, he wants to converge with the Long Night Black Burning Army, we absolutely must not allow it."
The Second Elder, fully aware of this strategy, scoffed, "With your speed, you think you can retreat? You can’t."
Suddenly, multiple figures chased after them, moving much faster than Sikong Jing and the others.
But in that moment, Sikong Jing casually flashed a cold light in his hand, throwing out a round shield. Instantly, the shield expanded, blocking the path of the Second Elder and others from pursuing.
From within the shield, a terrifying icy aura emanated.
The Second Elder and the others widened their eyes, exclaiming, "The Heartless Frost Profound Shield!"
Bang, bang, bang, bang...
The Wangyou Sect experts collided with the enlarged shield and then fell back to the ground one by one.
Meanwhile, the shield also lost its power and fell to the ground, clanging, but still, a mysterious aura flickered on it.
The shield was very small, only as big as a palm.
This was indeed Mo Ci’s protective treasure, the Heartless Frost Profound Shield. If it hadn’t been for this shield protecting his chest at that time, Mo Ci would have sustained even more severe injuries from the surprise attack of the Iron Bone Flying Vulture.
Now, Sikong Jing is using it to fend off the pursuit of the Wangyou Sect.
The Second Elder stood up again, screaming madly, "Why, why can you use the Heartless Frost Profound Shield?"
It wasn’t surprising for them that Sikong Jing possessed this shield.
Since Sect Master Mo Ci had died, all her treasures naturally belonged to Sikong Jing. However, typically, only those who had cultivated the Supreme Forget Love Technique were able to use the Heartless Frost Profound Shield.
This was the treasured artifact of their Wangyou Sect.
What they didn’t know was that Sikong Jing had modified the Supreme Forget Love Technique, and his body harbored the meridians of the Absolute Night Wolf King...
It could be said that this was the origin of the Supreme Forget Love Technique, so how could he possibly not be able to use it?
Of course, True Qi had to be charged into the Heartless Frost Profound Shield before it could be used, and once used, it couldn’t be used again temporarily.
Even Sikong, who was not its master, couldn’t reclaim it.
But for Sikong Jing and the 66th Army, it was enough. He wouldn’t respond and continued to retreat until he finally reached the very front of the Long Night Black Burning Army and stopped.
At that moment, under the control of Cao Yi and others, the Long Night Black Burning Army firmly stopped behind Sikong Jing.
Suddenly, the large armies gathered, and the Dark Wing Commander resumed his position!
Sikong Jing turned back and asked again, "Twenty million Xuantian soldiers aren’t enough, so is the ten million strong army of the Innate Realm Long Night Black Burning Army enough?"
Suddenly, a chill surged among the people from the Wangyou Sect and Ji Tan.
Ten million armies, even for warriors of the Reverse Soul Realm, were far too overwhelming, so it was nearly impossible for them to kill Sikong Jing now.
But the next moment, Cheng Yusu’s voice exploded, "Sikong Jing, do you think you’re the only one with ten million elite Innate soldiers?"
Upon saying this, he led the Long Night White Flame Army to attack.
Instantly, Ji Tan and Yan Ruyu breathed a slight sigh of relief; the Long Night White Flame Army was no fewer in number than the Long Night Black Burning Army.
As long as the two sides clashed, the experts of the Wangyou Sect would have a chance to kill Sikong Jing.
Not only that, but Cheng Yusu also looked toward Cao Yi and others, coldly shouting, "Soldiers of the Long Night Black Burning Army, I am your true commander, and this man is not from Dark Wings, he is Sikong Jing from the Long Night Saint Dragon Palace."
After Cheng Yusu spoke, he looked around triumphantly.
Regardless of whether Sikong Jing was from Dark Wings, he was now Sikong Jing, and these words would definitely shake the morale of the Long Night Black Burning Army.
He, Cheng Yusu, was not just for show, but the formidable Prince Zhen Nan.
As Cheng Yusu expected, these words caused the faces of Cao Yi and others to greatly change, and they inwardly cursed.
And Ji Tan showed an appreciative look, as long as the morale of the Long Night Black Burning Army was disturbed, Sikong Jing would undoubtedly die.
Indeed, the soldiers of the Long Night Black Burning Army looked at each other, somewhat bewildered for a moment.
"Shake the morale of my Long Night Black Burning Army? Cheng Yusu, are you assuming things?"
Suddenly, a cold female voice rang out sharply, then countered, "Cheng Yusu, do you remember who I am?"
All eyes focused on the speaker, the female general by Sikong Jing, as she slowly removed her mask.
At that moment, Cheng Yusu’s pupils violently constricted, and he roared, "66th Army, Ning Jingjing!"
Before anyone could react, all the Dark Wing Camp Soldiers also slowly removed their masks, each wearing a cold smirk.
Lastly, it was still Ning Jingjing who spoke, "Yes, I am Ning Jingjing, the 66th General you ordered to go to her death, my Dark Wing Camp was also ordered by you to be sent to their deaths!"