How could someone go overboard just because they were too happy?
Chang E, the old crone, and the others regretted it to the very depths of their souls.
If they had not mocked Sikong Jing's death just now, A Xie and the others would not have lost control of their emotions so completely. Now Sikong Jing had not died after all, while they themselves had met their unlucky ends.
Naturally, no one cared about whether they were dead or alive now. After the joy came immediate worry—Sikong Jing had fallen into Yin Henzi's hands. Though he had told everyone not to worry, how could they possibly not?
Sikong Jing had harmed Yin Henzi so badly and killed five of his disciples. Being left with an intact corpse would probably be no easy matter.
Thinking of this, Weng Ting and the others hurriedly turned in unison toward Duanmu Chun, their eyes filled with pleading...
Before Duanmu Chun could come back to his senses, Yin Henzi's voice rang out again.
"Duanmu brat, I'll take this boy surnamed Sikong away first. I'll torture him until he wishes he were dead."
"Of course, if I'm in a good mood, I might leave behind a lump of rotten flesh to send back to you."
The moment those words fell, Duanmu Chun and Yao Yulou came to their senses. Terrifying power erupted from them both as they shot away with a thunderous burst...
The two charged out of the palace together, pursuing the direction from which Yin Henzi's voice had come.
In no more than a moment, they indeed spotted Yin Henzi and Sikong Jing standing atop Eastern Spirit City's towering walls...
Even as Duanmu Chun and Yao Yulou came charging in to kill, Yin Henzi had yet to leave. Instead, he only sneered at them