At these words, Third Beauty, whose face was white as paint, lifted her head in disbelief. Weakly, she asked, "The reason you're this crazed... is it for that little, little girl Wang Ge?"
She no longer dared call Wang Ge a little bitch. And only now did she finally have the mind to understand where Sikong Jing's rage and madness came from.
Before, she had not cared in the slightest why an ant might be angry. But the truth had proven that he was no ant at all.
Sikong Jing's gaze was shadowy as he replied coldly, "I am the... brother she does not wish to forget!"
At those words, Third Beauty's pupils shrank violently. Her expression then shifted dramatically, before she let out a low laugh and suddenly shouted, "Spare my life, or I won't tell you anything!"
Once she learned that Sikong Jing was Wang Ge's brother, Third Beauty seemed to have grasped a life-saving straw.
With such a close relationship between them, of course she had to make good use of it.
Yet a strange smile appeared on Sikong Jing's face. Raising his head, he barked, "War General Spirit Shadow, crush her spiritual platform consciousness sea. Before crushing it, give her two hours of agony worse than death..."
Having said that, Sikong Jing slowly folded his arms, his gaze cold and merciless.
In an instant, all of Third Beauty's smugness vanished. She screamed frantically, "You—y-you don't want to know Wang Ge's situation in the Thoughtless Sacred Sect?"
Sikong Jing shrugged. "Isn't there still Yin Shi and Four Beauties? If you won't speak, one of them will... And even if they refuse, there will always be disciples of the Thoughtless Sacred Sect who will."
"I don't like being threatened. Speak, and you can die swiftly. Refuse, and you'll