Just now, Sikong Jing had shown the He family head firsthand what it meant to have combat power bursting through the roof, making him doubt Gong Ying's decision.
Forcing Sikong Jing away to follow Duanmu Chun seemed to have been a mistake.
Yet Yang Zhi could not stand hearing a single good word about Sikong Jing. His face immediately darkened as he sneered, "Impulsive, my ass. A non-combat body like his is fated to die. Don't forget that Su Old Devil was a lesson written in blood."
At that, the He family head nodded in understanding. Even if a non-combat body was too strong, it still had to die.
Thus, in that instant, he no longer felt any appreciation for Sikong Jing's talent. Instead, he continued with their previous plan. "He looks seriously injured now. We can make our move, right?"
Since Sikong Jing was destined to die, they might as well kill him quickly and seize his treasures.
For the He family head and Yang Zhi's plan to murder Sikong Jing and seize his treasures to succeed, several conditions had to be met.
One was just as Yang Zhi had guessed earlier: Sikong Jing had to appear and fight Thousand Kings Holy Tower's pursuers. Then, regardless of the outcome—whether Sikong Jing won or fled—he had to be seriously injured.
And now, the He family head believed that Sikong Jing was indeed badly hurt. In his eyes, Sikong Jing looked as though every step was a struggle.
It was precisely the time to order the He Residence's young people to strike...
But Yang Zhi abruptly stopped him. "Wait a little longer. Let the people hiding around him make a move and test him first. Against that little beast with a life harder than iron, we must ensure nothing can possibly