"Don't worry, we are bound to win."

Sikong Jing spoke calmly, then smiled reassuringly at Xiao Jia: "That leader An Xiao just said that the Lingque Clan has no systematic cultivation methods, but do you really have none? You didn't have them before, but now you at least have basic methods."

With these words, Xiao Jia's eyes lit up.

Qi Fu then asked, "Brother Sikong, do they really not know about this?"

Hearing this, Sikong Jing turned back to look at Qi Fu and spoke calmly: "Didn't you say your father was always locked in the woodshed, completely unaware of what I did in the Lingque Secret Realm?"

"And all the information the Qianwang Holy Tower has on us comes entirely from your father, understand?"

With Sikong Jing's words, Qi Fu suddenly realized.

Silently cursing himself for appearing like a fool in front of Brother Sikong, for not even understanding that.

"Previously, Uncle Teng said that even if there was a Venerable level expert, the Lingque Clan could handle it now."

"But that An Xiao hasn't reached the Venerable realm, so it won't be too difficult."

Listening to Sikong Jing's explanation, Xiao Jia nodded repeatedly and quickly focused on the battle, sure enough, before long gold and blue colors blasted into the sky, firmly suppressing An Xiao and the other black-clad men...

After another fight, An Xiao suddenly roared repeatedly: "What's going on with the Lingque Clan? Didn't you have no cultivation methods?"

By now, An Xiao obviously understood that the Lingque Clan already had their own War Body cultivation methods.

Although their methods weren't very powerful, they greatly enhanced their overall combat strength, completely different from the information and battle plans he developed, being heavily suppressed.

Qiteng confidently replied, "Who says we don't have completely suitable cultivation methods? Did Lao Chun say that?"

At this moment, Lao Chun was hiding behind the stone platform of the Golden Cold Divine Sparrow statue in the center of the square. He heard this and poked his head out, asking blankly: "When did we have cultivation methods? How come I don't know?"

Qiteng listened and his gaze shot over coldly: "Of course we do, don't you know?"

He deliberately asked in this manner, then continued to attack An Xiao without saying more...

Aaaaaah...

In an instant, one by one, the black-clad men were slain by the experts of the Lingque Clan, leaving corpses scattered within the small village.

Seeing the unfavorable situation, An Xiao looked terrified, continuously retreating...

In the end, he led the strongest of the Emperor Martial stage black-clad subordinates back to the stone platform where the Golden Cold Divine Sparrow statue was, and naturally, Qiteng and the others continued to suppress, not giving An Xiao a chance to breathe.

But just as Qiteng was about to kill An Xiao in one blow, An Xiao roared suddenly: "Don't come closer, or I'll crush your Lord Divine Sparrow, crush your faith..."

As he finished speaking, An Xiao suddenly took out the corpse of the Golden Cold Divine Sparrow that he had just taken away.

In an instant, Qiteng and the others who were about to strike stopped in their tracks, retracting their True Qi.

They stared wide-eyed, both shocked and angry.

The elders and children were all rescued and wouldn't be held hostage by An Xiao.

But now An Xiao used the corpse of the Golden Cold Divine Sparrow as leverage, leaving everyone at a loss.

On a high building in the village, Xiao Jia was also stunned: "Damn, he's using Lord Divine Sparrow as a threat, what should we do?"

Sikong Jing frowned, also staring intently at An Xiao, not expecting this move from him.

In fact, Sikong Jing had already completely replicated the meridians of the Golden Cold Divine Sparrow, so whether the body was destroyed meant nothing to Martial Arts, which is why he hadn't initially considered this issue.

But now he understood, the Golden Cold Divine Sparrow was the faith of the Lingque Clan, and certainly must not be harmed in any way.

Just as Xiao Jia was at a loss and Sikong Jing furrowed his brow deeply...

"Hahahaha..."

In the small square, An Xiao suddenly burst into laughter.

Of course, he was delighted to see the change in expression of Qiteng and the others, using the corpse of the Golden Cold Divine Sparrow as a threat was effective.

After the rounds of laughter, An Xiao said crazily: "Now back off immediately and let us out, and let us leave Wuji Town, or I'll destroy your Lord Divine Sparrow."

Qiteng and the others gritted their teeth but didn't retreat.

They certainly didn't want to let An Xiao go, but in the current situation, they really didn't know what to do.

Just then, Lao Chun suddenly walked despondently in front of An Xiao.

He asked earnestly: "Lord An Xiao, was everything you told me before a lie? Did the Qianwang Holy Tower never intend to help our Lingque Clan rise?"

An Xiao glanced at Lao Chun askew, sneering continuously: "Rise, my ass, what rise do you savages deserve?"

"Scum like you, our Qianwang Holy Tower has as much as we want, if it weren't for achieving our real goals, do you think I would waste so much time on old trash like you?"

With these words, Lao Chun's mouth opened wide, and he was stunned again on the spot.

"Calling you trash is a compliment, you're even worse... what kind of information did you provide? You didn't even know the Lingque Clan had a truly suitable cultivation method, causing us to be unprepared."

"You and your son should be dismembered!"

With this, An Xiao almost exploded again, it was because of Lao Chun's son that the Lingque Clan managed to charge in.

It was also due to Lao Chun's wrong intel that led to their complete defeat now. If he had known about the strength of Qiteng and others, he would not have come in with so few people, for sure he would have made more preparations.

Lao Chun was still stunned, he continued to ask blankly: "So when you said Lord Divine Sparrow would be returned to us, that was also a lie?"

To An Xiao's insults, Lao Chun showed no reaction, he just wanted the truth now.

"Returned, my ass, how could such a huge treasure as the Golden Cold Divine Sparrow be given back to you? You aren't worthy of owning it."

This was the truth An Xiao gave him...

In an instant, Lao Chun plopped onto the ground.

An Xiao had no time to bother with him anymore but glared again at Qiteng: "How about deciding, do you want Lord Divine Sparrow or my life?"

Qiteng and the others ground their teeth again, at a loss, they wanted both.

Just then, thud, thud...

Heavy footsteps suddenly echoed, instantly drawing the attention of everyone on both sides, and they saw Sikong Jing and Xiao Jia walking step by step towards An Xiao.

In An Xiao's eyes, it was the masked man and Xiao Jia approaching.

At this moment, An Xiao's gaze fell on Sikong Jing, chuckling lowly: "You're Little Liang, right? The genius boy beside Qi Wuji, cultivated as the future of the Lingque Clan, you can make the decision, right?"

The Qianwang Holy Tower certainly had information on Master Wuji, and coupled with the Golden Cold Double Sky Sword just now with Xiao Jia, An Xiao assumed the masked Sikong Jing must be the Little Liang mentioned in their intel.

Though he found Sikong Jing's Martial Arts Realm a bit strange, An Xiao wasn't thinking that far at the moment.

To this, Sikong Jing stopped in his tracks, and spoke calmly: "Put down the Golden Cold Divine Sparrow, I'll be your hostage."

He didn't answer whether he was Little Liang, just kept staring intently at An Xiao.

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