Given the previous actions of that old monster, it’s likely that my younger sister Sikong Ling won’t have an easy ti at the Wunian Saint Sect.
Sikong Jing is currently very worried...
While outside, Sikong Jing was considering asking that old monster about his sister’s situation, but after seeing the way they operated, he dismissed the thought.
Initially, everyone thought Weng Yinko was just severely injured.
But now, his condition is extrely dangerous, and if it weren’t for being present, he wouldn’t have a chance of surviving.
Practitioners of the Supre Forget Love Technique, who are heartless and rciless, would sever family ties no matter what. Even if his sister holds a high status in the Wunian Saint Sect, as long as they know he is concerned about her, she would be in danger.
Just like at the Wangyou Sect, even though his sister beca the Young Sect Master, Mo Ci still sched tirelessly to kill him.
So Sikong Jing can’t ask for now.
Now, Sikong Jing must create a more powerful "Absolute Night Nianqing Technique," making preparations for rain, uncertain if the next ti he sees his sister, she might have been severely influenced by Supre Forget Love.
He can only ensure she maintains proper emotions by crafting a better cultivation technique for his sister.
Bang...
Thinking about it, Sikong Jing suddenly shattered the frost covering with his right hand and looked at Weng Yinko on the bed saying, "The Emperor-grade Absolute Night Nianqing Technique, will be created from now..."
As he spoke, his hand swiftly gripped Weng Yinko’s shoulder, causing the Absolute Night Wolf King’s ridians to activate.
He kept sensing the Supre Forget Love Power emanating from Weng Yinko’s body belonging to the old monster from the Wunian Saint Sect, while the Spiritual Shadow ran into the Ten Thousand Beasts Sky Prison, allowing the Absolute Night Wolf King to reopen so ridians for him.
Now that he achieved Spirit and Martial Fusion and reached the Martial Battle Realm, he could comprehend more of the Absolute Night Wolf King’s ridians.
As ti passed, a day and night went by.
The house where Sikong Jing was was completely covered in frost, filled with a terrifying chill, and surrounded by mbers of the Weng family, each waiting nervously.
They now knew that the family head was on the verge of death.
Weng Ting tightly clenched her fists, having gone a day and night without sleep.
Then another two days and nights passed without sleep, and there’s only a day left until the Soul Snatching Battle.
At this mont, the Second Elder couldn’t help but ask, "Ting’er, is Sikong Jing really capable or not?"
The Soul Snatching Battle is about to begin.
The house is still surrounded by frost, and it’s been two days and nights; the mbers of the Weng family couldn’t help but worry.
But, Weng Ting was confused and unable to answer...
She truly didn’t know if Sikong Jing was capable or not, she even thought of a terrifying possibility that Sikong Jing and her grandfather might have already died in there?
Now their thoughts couldn’t even enter the room, all because of the terrifying frost surrounding it.
The next mont, an eerie laugh sounded: "He, of course, is not capable."
With that, everyone abruptly turned to look, and their pupils contracted sharply saying, "Great Elder."
Weng Ting couldn’t help but look over, and saw Weng Yindu, along with mbers of his line including Weng Wu, stepping out proudly, each with a grotesque and smug expression, as if sothing joyous had happened.
Seeing this, Weng Ting’s already tense mood suddenly erupted: "Weng Yindu, who let you out?"
She knew Weng Yindu’s line had been confined by her grandfather, and now sohow they were out.
Moreover, their expressions seed like they were hoping her grandfather would die quickly.
"Haha..." Upon hearing this, Weng Yindu couldn’t help but laugh, then firmly stated, "The family head can no longer do it; as the Great Elder, of course I need to co out and take charge."
With these words, Weng Ting’s face changed again.
But after speaking, Weng Yindu ignored her.
Instead, he walked before the frosted house, sighed, and said, "Yinko, how could you be so foolish? Clearly, you could have used the Wunian Saint Sect as allies, but you refused, throwing your life away in vain."
"What’s the use of trusting these East Dominator geniuses? They ultimately couldn’t save your life."
Though his words expressed sorrow, Weng Yindu was smiling broadly, looking extrely happy.
Weng Ting, hearing this, shouted in rage: "Weng Yindu, my grandfather isn’t dead yet..."
Before she finished her sentence, Weng Wu couldn’t help but sneer.
"Weng Ting, stop deceiving yourself. Why did Grandpa co out now?"
"Of course, because with his Emperor Martial Stage power, he sensed that all life auras inside the house had completely vanished."
As Weng Wu’s words fell, everyone’s gaze beca fixated, mouths agape in disbelief.
The next mont, Weng Ting couldn’t help but stupidly ask, "What did you say?"
"I said the life auras inside the house have disappeared."
Weng Wu spoke almost word by word, "They just disappeared; earlier my grandfather could sense two life auras existing, but now they’re gone, it ans they’re dead of course."
As the voices fell, everyone turned to look at Weng Yindu.
The next mont, the Second Elder dully stated, "Yes, besides the family head, only the Great Elder is at the Emperor Martial Stage. We can’t sense the situation inside the house, but he can... Could it be that the family head has really died?"
"Alas, Yinko really has died." Weng Yindu sighed heavily again.
As Weng Wu stated, Weng Yindu had been sensing the situation in the house.
Although confined, soone had reported the situation to him two days ago, and since then he had been anticipating and praying for this scene, hoping Sikong Jing and Weng Yinko would quickly die.
He finally waited for this mont; the two life auras completely disappeared, proving they were dead of course!
So boldly, he ca out with his people, soon to beco the family head of the Weng family.
"East Dominator geniuses, you must participate in the Soul Snatching Battle to exact vengeance for Sikong Genius."
Over here, Weng Wu couldn’t resist speaking again; he really wanted to see Weng Ting break down.
At the sa ti, as long as Weng Ting and the East Dominator geniuses participated in the Soul Snatching Battle, they would be readily finished by the Wunian Saint Sect people.
Thrilling, absolutely thrilling!
Zhang Duiyi and the others ignored him, instead focusing coldly on the frosted house.
anwhile, Weng Ting was already crying, tears streaming down her face as she called to the house, "Grandpa, Grandpa..."
As she spoke, she wanted to rush to the house, but was firmly held back by Zhang Duiyin and Hua ixi. Entering now might lead to death by frost.
Except for Weng Ting’s intense cries, the entire scene had fallen into complete silence.
But at this mont, a calm voice suddenly appeared inside the house.
"Weng Family Head, do you see it?"
"You cherish brotherhood feelings, but so people are without thoughts of feeling at all, even disregarding the life and death of the Weng family, selfish and self-serving."
As the voice fell, the collapsing Weng Ting was struck dumb; this seed to be Sikong Jing’s voice?
Those holding tightly to Weng Ting, Zhang Duiyin, and Hua ixi, were stunned too, and then overly thrilled, overwhelmingly excited.
Not dead, Sikong Jing’s voice erged indeed.
As for Weng Wu and Weng Yindu, who had been watching Weng Ting collapse, their eyes bulged instantly.
Both shouted almost simultaneously, "Impossible."
Monts ago they clearly sensed, the two life auras vanished inside the house, so how could Sikong Jing still speak?
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