Wan Tonghui knew he absolutely could not let the guards seize Sikong Jing. Otherwise, the latter would definitely reveal everything. And Sikong Jing's meaning was that they would first fight a life-and-death battle before deciding whether he would speak.
And he could only agree!
Though he had no idea why Sikong Jing insisted on overestimating himself and demanding a life-and-death battle with him, he truly had no choice but to fight.
Naturally, the guards would not listen to Wan Tonghui, a son-in-law who had married into the family.
They all turned to look at Second Miss Yang Li.
Yang Li frowned deeply. In the end, she still waved a hand with a cold sneer. "Stand down for now. A little beast from the Eastern Plains cannot stir up any waves in our Yang Residence. Tonghui can handle him."
Hearing this, the Yang Residence guards also felt it made sense and flashed away in every direction.
Although Sikong Jing had killed a captain, he was still just a little fellow who had not even reached the Spirit Martial Stage. Naturally, he posed no threat whatsoever to the mighty Yang Residence.
At last, only Yang Li and the others, along with the guests, remained around them.
Sikong Jing still stood calmly at the center of the banquet, still holding Dream-Seizing Captain's sword in his hand, blood dripping from its blade.
At that moment, Wan Tonghui drew a deep breath and stepped forward. "Little beast from the Eastern Plains, since you so desperately want a life-and-death battle with me, I'll grant your wish and let you know just how vast the gap between us is."
Though terror still filled his heart to the utmost, Wan Tonghui maintained an air of contempt toward Sikong Jing.
What he feared was not Sikong Jing himself, but