Sikong Jing's voice was like the cold wind of the twelfth lunar month, sweeping toward the hundred men in front of him.
The hundred men looked at each other, their pupils contracting violently a few times, then the leader shouted heavily, "Go..."
They were not some super major sect, and they didn't have a super combat body genius. Even though Sikong Jing was alone, they dared not fight. The incident at the He Residence with the disciples had already spread to all of them last night.
Moreover, there were also a hundred men from the Yao Residence nearby. If they formed the Hundred Dominating Souls Soldier Killing Formation, there would be no escape.
Bang...
However, they couldn't escape now either.
Just as they turned to leave, the aura of Sikong Jing's Overlord Battle King Spear shot into the sky, followed by a buzzing sound as a spear light seemed to tear through space, slashing toward the group who had just turned around.
"Ahhhhhhh..."
