"And why does this person seem like an emperor?"
"It seems like being patted on the shoulder by him is a great honor, and avoiding it is akin to a death sentence."
Wen Luo resentfully said again, the murderous intent from the guards behind the golden-robed youth was real and intense, just because Junior Brother Sikong avoided that person’s hand.
Sikong Jing relaxed his brow and said suddenly, "At least an eighth-grade War Body, naturally lofty like an emperor."
As soon as these words were spoken, Wen Luo, who was still angry, froze.
Her eyes gradually widened, and then she subconsciously wanted to turn back to look at the golden-robed youth again...
An eighth-grade War Body, she had never encountered one before.
In today’s Wunian Saint Sect, there are no disciples with such terrifying War Body talent.
"Senior Sister Wen Luo, don’t look!"
Seeing this, Sikong Jing imdiately stopped Wen Luo’s emotional reaction, saying in an archaic and calm tone, "This person might have sothing to do with the major event in Wanbing City this ti; just rember what he looks like."
After saying that, Sikong Jing had already stepped heavily forward, moving without any emotional fluctuation.
Wen Luo, after all, is a core disciple of the Changqing Lineage, and the will of Supre Forget Love instantly cald her down.
Following Sikong Jing’s instructions, she did not look back and caught up with him until the figures of the golden-robed youth and others completely disappeared, then she asked quietly, "Junior Brother Sikong, was that person really an eighth-grade War Body?"
She was really too curious and astonished.
Sikong Jing replied with an unchanged gaze, "At least eighth-grade, maybe even ninth-grade."
With her mouth agape, Wen Luo’s face was filled with incredulity, and she asked hurriedly, "How can you tell?"
It’s very difficult to discern the grade of a War Body unless it erupts.
Unless one is an exceedingly strong individual or soone who has deeply researched the body’s bloodline.
Yet Junior Brother Sikong possesses none of these; how could he tell?
With a slight smile, Sikong Jing replied calmly, "Just a hunch!"
Wen Luo was stunned again; could such a thing as intuition be true?
However, Wen Luo didn’t know that Sikong Jing’s intuition as the Master of Ten Thousand Beasts was imbued with the natural keen sense of the strongest demon beasts; the instant he ca into contact with the golden-robed youth, he had already slled the scent of extre danger.
At the sa ti, he slled the intense War Body bloodline contained within the golden-robed youth.
Sikong Jing couldn’t truly discern the grade of the opponent’s War Body, but he had encountered Little Liang and Xiao Jia, both with seventh-grade War Bodies, and the feeling of the War Body bloodline in the golden-robed youth was much stronger than the forr two.
By comparison, it could be confird that the other person was definitely beyond seventh-grade.
"Though it’s intuition, it can’t be wrong."
Seeing Wen Luo still looking incredulous, Sikong Jing casually emphasized again.
Then he asked lightly, "Senior Sister Wen Luo, which forces in the Central Plains have the most eighth-grade and ninth-grade War Bodies?"
Wen Luo appeared still sowhat disbelieving, but recalling the many miraculous things about Junior Brother Sikong, she did not contradict him but mused slightly and replied, "Of course, Qianwang Holy Tower has the most."
As soon as these words were said, a cold light flashed in Sikong Jing’s eyes; Qianwang Holy Tower is currently recognized as the foremost power in the Central Plains.
Even if not first, it’s among the top three.
A near-invincible Tower Master Pei Kuang of Qianwang can make many great powers shudder with fear, and for so unknown reason, upon hearing about Qianwang Holy Tower, Sikong Jing imdiately felt an inexplicable sense of crisis in his heart.
It seed like sothing related to him was about to happen.
Wen Luo, of course, did not know what Sikong Jing was thinking at that mont.
She continued, "But it’s not certain; like the Heavenly Dao Sacred Land, which has lately been producing geniuses in droves, and the ancient Hidden Star Sect in the south of the Central Plains, which reportedly even produced terrifying Divine Martial Stage experts historically."
At this point, Wen Luo suddenly thought of sothing else.
"Right, the Sect Master ntioned that there would be strong figures from Qianwang Holy Tower arriving for this event; could it be that the golden-robed youth just now is truly a genius from Qianwang Holy Tower?"
This matter was ntioned by the Wunian Sect Master when instructing Mieqing Venerable and the disciples; Wen Luo naturally heard it as well.
Although the Ice King Sect is under the Qianwang Holy Tower, not many people know this.
Just like the Shiyu Comrce also belongs to Qianwang Holy Tower, yet few are aware, so neither Wen Luo nor Sikong Jing can determine which force the golden-robed youth is from based on the Ice King Sect.
Thus, Sikong Jing could only speculate and say, "Very likely."
Although Ice King Sect is a local power, it is not particularly weak; it seems that a sect master level character does not need to be so deferential to such a young person unless they are of exceptionally high stature.
"Then if he truly is from Qianwang Holy Tower, why did he suddenly express admiration for you? Could it be because you saved Master Wuji or because you caused Yin Henzi’s death?" Wen Luo followed up with another question.
This matter is very strange; on what grounds would an eighth-grade genius from Qianwang Holy Tower admire Junior Brother Sikong?
The people of Wanbing City do not yet know that Junior Brother Sikong possesses terrifying combat power; he rely saved Master Wuji.
Sikong Jing was pondering this as well—why did the other party express admiration for him?
And at the very beginning when the Ice King Sect Master encountered him, the intense hostility was apparent. If the golden-robed youth hadn’t spoken, he seed intent on killing Sikong Jing to silence him.
It’s clear that the Ice King Sect Master felt Sikong Jing should not have encountered the golden-robed youth.
However, at present, Sikong Jing could not understand why.
He did not know that because of his presence, Lao Chun decided to contribute the thod to open the Lingque Secret Realm.
Because of this, Sikong Jing indirectly assisted the golden-robed youth in formally launching their plan.
Of course, they appreciated him, and that’s why they treated Sikong Jing like a ritorious official and even tried to pat him on the shoulder.
At the mont, Sikong Jing was completely unaware of these matters, no matter how much he racked his brains; he eventually could only nod gently and say, "Seems like that’s the only explanation, but the so-called major event in Wanbing City is definitely not simple."
After saying this, Sikong Jing continued forward, yet after only a few steps, he trembled all over.
"Senior Sister Wen Luo, you must leave the Ice King Round Tower imdiately, ride the Absolute Night Demon Wolf, and head to the Emperor’s Castle."
"Upon eting Master Wuji, just say that we might have encountered an eighth-grade War Body genius from Qianwang Holy Tower, and that he needs to be cautious."
Upon hearing these words, Wen Luo was stunned again. Junior Brother Sikong suddenly asked her to head to the Emperor’s Castle?
And to warn Master Wuji? To be cautious of what?
Seeing Wen Luo’s bewildered expression, Sikong Jing swiftly retracted his emotions.
"Didn’t Master Wuji decree that no one below the Emperor Martial Stage may enter the castle?"
"But if it’s truly an eighth-grade War Body genius from Qianwang Holy Tower, then it must not be recklessly provoked. I must remind him."
Hearing such an explanation from Sikong Jing, Wen Luo felt relieved.
Yet, she cast her gaze again towards the direction of the Ice King Round Tower, feeling a bit reluctant to suddenly leave, as she was looking forward to attending the banquet.
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