291: Chapter 291 Baili Que 291: Chapter 291 Baili Que As soon as the words were said, Sikong Jing changed, as if he had become his demonized self.

His hands transformed into claws, with the True Qi of the Emperor Beheading Technique concentrating on his fingertips, instantly turning into the Black Refining Dark Hook Dragon’s dragon claws.

In the end, he pounced to attack.

The dark and heavy aura collided fiercely with the opposing wind.

Then, Sikong Jing moved around Qian Jingfu like lightning, banging repeatedly…

The heavy impact sounds echoed throughout the Martial Dragon Palace.

Then, a violent wind blew up, intending to engulf the dark Demon Dragon.

But it was no use, the darkness, like the Black Refining Dark Hook Dragon-like Sikong Jing, was too fast; he darted out from the wind in an instant, his dark claws relentlessly tearing at Qian Jingfu’s wind, overwhelmingly strong!

At this moment, the only man who hadn’t been beaten up by Sikong Jing was supporting Feng Yun and another man, standing there and foolishly saying, “Are you kidding?

A Drunk Dragon Mountain student of the Martial Scripture Realm tied in battle with Young Master Qian?”

At the same time, a similarly dark and slim figure stood in front of a pillar, her face filled with shock!

She, of course, was the lady in the black dress.

Initially, she couldn’t care less about the battle here, but she suddenly sensed the aura of the Black Refining Dark Hook Dragon and quickly flashed over to see, and now she saw Sikong Jing transformed into a dragon.

And it was the Black Refining Dark Hook Dragon that she had not been able to comprehend for so long; there was only one thought in her mind…

How is this possible?

“Wow!”

Just as everyone was shocked, a muffled groan came from the midst of the battle, and then a figure flew out heavily.

It was Qian Jingfu.

He was seen with blood on the corner of his mouth, retreating a dozen steps before finally coming to a stop.

At the same time, Sikong Jing also landed, the black claws on his hands having disappeared, still trembling slightly.

“Inner Palace Students are truly formidable, unfortunately, I have only developed two moves of the Black Refining Dark Hook Claw, otherwise, I could have won more easily.” Sikong Jing said while staring at Qian Jingfu, his understanding of Inner Palace Students renewing.

They are extraordinarily strong within the same realm, much more so than ordinary guards by countless times.

Beating ten ordinary students at the same realm is not a joke.

Qian Jingfu, on the other hand, was staring intensely at Sikong Jing; he, a dignified Inner Palace Student, had been defeated, beaten by a little Drunk Dragon Mountain student of the Martial Scripture Realm; if this were to be spread, he might even be expelled from the Inner Palace.

And now he was certain, Sikong Jing did not have an Innate Treasure; this was a terrifying Martial Combat genius.

Gritting his teeth with a cringe, Qian Jingfu suddenly pulled out a folded fan, with power rolling inside the White Moon Fan, then said, “I’m going to kill you, I’m going to make your life worse than death.”

Even if the White Moon Fan posed pretentiously, it was still an Innate Treasure and could be endowed with great power.

Sikong Jing’s lips curled up, and a folded fan also appeared in his hand, laughing, “The White Moon Fan, huh?

It’s not only you who has one.”

As the words fell, Qian Jingfu’s entire body trembled, then he was dumbfounded.

He had been confident that with the White Moon Fan, he could finish off Sikong Jing, but that was under the premise that the opponent lacked an Innate Treasure, and damn it, he had unexpectedly pulled out a White Moon Fan identical to his own; how could they even fight?

Of course, Qian Jingfu didn’t know that Sikong Jing’s White Moon Fan had been snatched from his Qian Family.

Just as Ning Jingjing had said, the White Moon Fan came from Wanbao Pavilion, with dozens of them in production.

Gradually, Qian Jingfu’s face became red with rage, pointing at Sikong Jing he shouted, “Let’s all attack together, and finish him off.”

Now, only by joining forces of the four of them did they stand a chance of slaying Sikong Jing.

“Enough, the Martial Dragon Palace is not a place for you to fight and kill each other; if you want to fight, go outside.”

Just then, an icy voice sounded, and a figure in a black dress walked out slowly from between the pillars.

As the words ended, Qian Jingfu and the others looked over coldly.

Feng Yun said harshly, “Who is this little slut to interfere in Young Master Qian’s business?

Get lost.”

Slap!

The next instant, the woman in the black dress disappeared from her original spot and with a slap sent Feng Yun flying, and then she turned into black smoke to chase after her, lifting her back as an icy, dark voice rose, “What did you just call me?”

Qian Jingfu and the others were utterly stunned; she was just too strong, her speed was completely indiscernible.

Yet Feng Yun continued to scream madly, “I called you a little slut, what about it?”

“My father is Lu Kuangsheng, the mentor from Wind Dragon Mountain.

If you don’t release me, would you believe I can summon my father here?”

Slap!

Another slap landed on Feng Yun’s face, “Good, go back and tell your father to find me at Dark Dragon Mountain.

My name is Baili Que.”

After speaking, she roughly threw Feng Yun to the ground.

Then the woman in black, Baili Que, turned to look at Qian Jingfu and asked, “I cannot interfere with Young Master Qian’s matter, can I?”

Thud…

The next moment, a man immediately knelt to the ground, his voice trembling, “Senior Sister Baili, of course you can intervene in Young Master Qian’s matter.

We’re leaving now, right away…”

After speaking, the man hurriedly dragged Qian Jingfu and ran away.

The man who had been severely injured by Sikong Jing’s punch was trembling in the lips, then pointed at Feng Yun on the ground and said, “Senior Sister Baili, I have nothing to do with her; I’m also leaving.”

In an instant, he scrambled away, rolling and crawling.

Feng Yun just sat there dumbfounded on the ground, and then she, too, turned tail and fled, strange cries escaping her mouth.

Sikong Jing stared at Feng Yun’s retreating back, thinking of Lu Fenglan who was in the Task Hall; this must be her sister, right?

A slight smile tugged at the corner of his mouth as he mourned for their mentor father.

However, as the phrase goes, ‘a daughter’s failings are the father’s’, there didn’t seem to be much to pity.

His gaze shifted quietly to the woman in black.

Sikong Jing returned expressionless to the pillar, sat down cross-legged again; he had nothing to say to this Baili Que.

Seeing this, Baili Que opened her mouth, her face starting to shift colors, turning blue, then red, then white.

She remembered what she had said to Sikong Jing before…

telling him he didn’t understand anything, questioning his confidence, and even saying that his entry into Martial Dragon Palace was a waste of Holy Dragon Palace’s resources.

But the aura he had just displayed was precisely that of the Black Refining Dark Hook Dragon.

And the combat skill he just executed was turning into the Black Refining Dark Hook Dragon.

He really did have a breakthrough; he must have understood the core power of the Black Refining Dark Hook Dragon, while she still hadn’t achieved anything.

It seemed like she should go over and ask him for advice, but how should she start?

Ultimately, Baili Que couldn’t help but blurt out, “I helped you; shouldn’t you say something?”

Sikong Jing opened his eyes, his face expressionless as he replied, “Do you think they could have beaten me if they all came at me together?”

Baili Que had just spoken up to stop them when Qian Jingfu had called for a joint attack.

But in reality, Sikong Jing didn’t need her help at all.

He was once the Invincible Divine General, facing thousands of troops; four people joining forces was not much different from Qian Jingfu alone.

Even if Baili Que hadn’t intervened, he could still have blasted them out of the Martial Dragon Palace.

Now, with Baili Que trying to take credit for the matter, it seemed a bit ridiculous…

Sikong Jing had no interest in interacting with someone who thought others incapable without understanding anything about them.

Suddenly, Baili Que found herself speechless, her face flushed completely red.

Then she took a deep breath, gritted her teeth, and said, “I was a bit harsh with my words earlier.

I shouldn’t have said you don’t understand anything.

I am Baili Que, the Chief among the Inner Palace students of Dark Dragon Mountain, I, I…”

She couldn’t continue, as she had never apologized or asked anyone for anything before.

Suddenly, Sikong Jing interjected, “Twenty million points.”