And in that quiet instant, a fourth voice rang out...
A woman shouted, "Sikong, you little beast, how many Imperial weapons do you have to hand out as rewards? Do you speak such nonsense without using your brain? You're nothing but trash who just crawled out of the Eastern Plains."
The voice was unfamiliar. Sikong Jing had no idea who it belonged to, but he could guess.
It had to be one of the Eastern Tyrant Branch's young geniuses—Gong Ying's disciple.
At that thought, Sikong Jing laughed, his voice carrying far into the distance. "Whoever brings me the head of any representative from the Eastern Tyrant Branch will likewise receive a low-grade Imperial weapon."
The entire chaotic district erupted in uproar, voices filled with disbelief.
Then the woman from the Eastern Tyrant Branch burst into laughter. "Sikong, you little beast, I already told you—who would believe your nonsense? Ask the people around you. Would they believe you have so many Imperial weapons to offer as rewards?"
As her voice fell, the chaotic district went briefly quiet. Then mocking laughter soared into the sky.
Basically, no one believed Sikong Jing. They thought it was surely nothing but rubbish.
Though low-grade Imperial weapons were not exceedingly precious, they were not something one could casually pull out at will. Thousand Kings Holy Tower and the Eastern Tyrant Branch had nearly two hundred people between them. Could he really produce two hundred low-grade Imperial weapons?
Even Thousand Kings Holy Tower and the Eastern Tyrant Branch could not throw around Imperial weapons like that.
Even Duanmu Chun, after serving as Grand Overlord Commander for so many years, could not possibly produce so many...
But Sikong Jing replied directly, "I possess the inheritance of the Tyrant Soul Venerable."
Those words immediately silenced every jeer.
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