Yang Li had already stopped in her tracks, completely dumbfounded as she stared at Sikong Jing.
At this moment, she had only one feeling: Am I dreaming?
Right now, the entire area was silent to the extreme...
One sword, just one sword, took down the captains of ninety-seven teams, with Yang Li being spared only because she was at the very back. How could this be possible?
Even Gong Ying and the Netherworld Guardian looked stupefied, feeling as if Sikong Jing had been toying with them.
"Turns out, there's still one captain who hasn't been blown away."
Just then, Sikong Jing's voice suddenly echoed, his gaze already fixed on Yang Li.
Thump...
He took a step forward, still leaving fresh red footprints, but Sikong Jing seemingly felt no pain as he moved toward Yang Li.
Plop...
Yang Li sat down on the ground in fear, trembling as she pointed and screamed, "Didn't you say you weren't confident?"
"I just said, I am confident now." Sikong Jing responded as he walked.
Bang...
