When Sikong Jing stepped onto the Dark Winged Dragon Eagle, he could no longer be described by the ordinary standards of the Xuanhe Realm.
Who else could merge with the Dark Winged Dragon Eagle as one like he did?
Boom, boom, boom...
After hundreds of moves exchanged frantically between the two riders...
Sikong Jing decapitated Shui Bingqu with a strike of his Dark Wing Black Burning Sword, like a stream of dark light slicing through Shui Bingqu's neck; a great head soared high into the air.
Shui Bingqu, dead!
Sikong Jing caught Shui Bingqu's head and held it high, facing the crowd and declared, "Shui Bingqu is dead, those who lay down their weapons will not be killed!"
At his words, the entire place fell silent.
One moment, two moments, three moments...
"Grandfather..."
"Family Head..."
Shui Yuyin and the people of the Shui Family screamed frantically.
They roared and surrounded Sikong Jing, but when they faced his eyes, cold and demonic, they all stopped.
