Their eyes flashed with disbelief...
That little bastard from Dongba had actually been lurking in the shadows. He had been hunted by two Emperor Martial Stage spirit shadows, yet he was still alive.
But after their shock, Er Yan and Third Beauty quickly stopped caring. Their eyes likewise brimmed with killing intent. They had searched high and low for him, only to find him without even trying—what incredible luck to avenge their blood-deep hatred.
Yet they swiftly turned to First Beauty and spoke almost at once, "Senior Sister First Beauty, this is that little bastard from Dongba."
A glint of cold light flickered in First Beauty's eyes.
After sizing Sikong Jing up and down, she said, "So you really are only at the War Martial Realm. What was it you just said? You said my master, my senior brother, and all of us were going to die?"
Even as she questioned him, First Beauty still looked utterly relaxed. She simply did not take Sikong Jing seriously.
In her heart, even if Er Yan and Third Beauty had been defeated, it was nothing worth caring about. She was stronger than both her junior sisters, and in her view, all external power had flaws—it amounted to nothing at all.
As for Sikong Jing's wild-beast appearance, there was even less reason to pay attention to it.
She had seen the rage of ants too many times. There were also plenty whose faces twisted in agony after being killed. But in the end, they were still only corpses.
Hearing this, Er Yan could not help letting out a delicate laugh. "Hehe, this little bastard is talking in his sleep, isn't he?"
It would have been understandable if he said he would kill the three of them, but he had even said he would kill