If this had happened before, Zhang Duiyi would not have asked Sikong Jing for his opinion.
But now, he had to ask, because those in the Soul-Reversal Realm who possessed Spiritual and Martial Fusion were far too rare—and far too terrifying.
Along the way, Zhang Duiyi had also sent messages to discuss this matter with Duanmu Chun. The latter had explained it in great detail: Sikong Jing was strangely powerful.
At the same time, he had warned them that no one was allowed to speak of Sikong Jing's Spiritual and Martial Fusion.
In response, Sikong Jing shrugged and replied, "Whatever."
He truly did not care. He had long grown used to being doubted, and he likewise believed that Weng Ting did not need to explain too much.
This time, Zhang Duiyi did not ask Weng Ting for her opinion again.
Instead, he suddenly pointed at Weng Wu and said coldly, "You, get out here and fight our Junior Brother Sikong."
His words were extremely rude, causing the faces of everyone from the Elder Family to change drastically.
Weng Wu was still fuming from having just been slapped. Hearing this, he could not help roaring, "What the hell are you? Why should I fight just because you tell me to?"
Like everyone else, Weng Wu believed that since Weng Ting had even invited someone from the Soul-Reversal Realm, Zhang Duiyi could not possibly be some genius expert either.
"You dare say my brother is not a thing? Looking for another slap?" The next instant, Zhang Duiyin snorted coldly. Turning into a streak of light, she flashed out and arrived before Weng Wu in an instant, swinging her hand—Smack!
In an instant, Weng Wu was viciously slapped flying once more.
Before the Elder Family could react, Zhang Duiyin stretched out her hand