As Duanmu Chun's voice fell, Jin Liwu, who had been laughing along with the Martial Cry Battle Team, and the others all froze, dumbfounded and agape.
"Immediately. At once. No delays." Duanmu Chun's voice rang out again. He had already sensed the aura of the Qianyuan Military Domain spreading once more from the edge of Chaos District Eight to the northwest. Every battle team had to be deployed.
The members of the other battle teams who had been discussing nearby obeyed the order, flashing away one after another to gather in that direction.
Still stunned, Zheng Chepao asked, "Captain, what do we do?"
Jin Liwu stared fixedly at Yang Yi, then stared down at Yang Yi's courtyard.
Of course, he had also seen Sikong Jing surrounded by the children. The man still wore an unruffled, composed expression.
"We're not going yet. We kill that little Eastern Plains bastard Sikong Jing first." Jin Liwu's face abruptly twisted as he made the decision with savage force.
The Tyrant Soul Token was right before his eyes. If he did not act now, he would lose his chance.
In any case, kill first and patch things up afterward!
"But Captain, over at Duanmu Grand Tyrant Judge..." the Martial Cry team members cried out worriedly.
Yet Jin Liwu cut them off harshly. "It's not that we're not going. There's simply no need to rush... First, we kill Sikong Jing and get what we want. Being a little late afterward won't matter."
As he spoke, Jin Liwu's Golden Sword Battle Body erupted in full force. He was stronger than Chou Zhan—his Golden Sword Battle Body was at the third grade.
He then glared coldly at Yang Yi before him. "I originally wanted to have a talk with you, but there's no time now. If you want