At this moment, Sikong Jing was still dressed in his habitual black robes. Naturally, Pei Yuzheng was referring to him.
Though more than a month had passed, whenever Pei Yuzheng recalled the humiliation he had suffered in Ancient City, he wanted nothing more than to slaughter every young man dressed in black. Even in his dreams, it was always... kill, kill, kill!
Even now, he had yet to discover where that black-clad youth had come from.
Now that he saw another man in black talking with Tie Ti'er, killing intent naturally surged from him in rolling waves.
Pei Feie was surprised by Pei Yuzheng's killing intent, but still replied, "His name is Sikong Jing. That kid is rather well-known in Chaos-Shaking City. More importantly, he saw the phantom of the Qianyuan Battle-Killing Formation that Su Old Devil unleashed just before his death..."
Bit by bit, he explained Sikong Jing's circumstances...
Yet after hearing it all, Pei Yuzheng sneered. "So he's merely a worthless little nobody without a battle body. The only thing remotely impressive about him is that he achieved spirit-martial fusion early. Even Xiu Hanzhi doesn't think much of him."
After a pause, Pei Yuzheng asked again, "And how did he come to know the Canggu Saintess?"
Although Sikong Jing had seen all sorts of illusions and phantoms that Su Old Devil released before dying, that tiny bit of passive inheritance was of no use whatsoever. Compared to the vast and terrifying Qianyuan Battle-Killing Diagram, it was utterly insignificant.
The most important thing was that Xiu Hanzhi did not think much of him. That alone proved the man had no potential to speak of.
Otherwise, if he were truly a non-battle-body youth with exceptional talent, since Xiu Hanzhi had gone so far as to kidnap him, he certainly would