Although Sikong Jing did not care about Elder Ling's contempt, if the man actually made a move against him, there was no way he would not strike back.
Besides, there was no longer any need to show Weng Ting courtesy.
Could Elder Ling try to cripple him, yet deny him the right to fight back?
At that moment, Elder Ling stared cross-eyed at the crossbow bolt inches away, asking in terror, "You little piece of trash, what are you trying to do?"
With a cold laugh, Sikong Jing could not be bothered to acknowledge Elder Ling.
Instead, he looked toward the stunned Weng Ting opposite him and asked again, "Senior Sister Weng, your old dog is no longer merely barking. He's opened his jaws to bite me now. Shouldn't you give me an explanation as well?"
Sikong Jing's tone had turned thoroughly impolite...
Perhaps everyone had previously thought that even if Sikong Jing were invited, he could only be a lackey. He had only just arrived in Chaos-Shaking City; his cultivation was the weakest, and he was not a battle body cultivator. Yet Sikong Jing had no awareness whatsoever of being a lackey.
Nor did he need to be one!
At his words, the shock on Weng Ting's face deepened.
What Sikong Jing had just used was precisely that movement technique which countered her battle body. Even more inconceivably, he had actually evaded Elder Ling's attack head-on—and now held the life of an Elder Ling at the Shadow Wielding Realm in his hands.
Suddenly, Weng Ting's gaze fell upon the corpses of Shi Yu's assassins at her feet.
To be honest, Weng Ting had not quite believed that Sikong Jing had killed four assassins alone. But now, she believed it completely.
If he could take Elder Ling's life with two