The sight left Tie Ti'er, who had been preparing to negotiate with the Dongba man, frozen where she stood.
She had already prepared for the worst, yet Sikong Jing had not truly fled. He had merely pretended to run so the Dongba man would lower his guard, then turned back and finished him with a single sword strike.
At this moment, Sikong Jing stood in Tie Ti'er's eyes with a blood-dripping sword in hand, like the most terrifying shadow assassin in the night.
His face was expressionless, as though killing a peak Heavenly King Realm expert with a ninth-grade battle body was the most natural thing in the world, as though the sudden turn of events just now was nothing at all—calm as still water in his eyes.
Of course, Sikong Jing had no idea what Tie Ti'er was thinking. He raised his blood-stained sword and lightly wiped it clean, then looked indifferently at the stunned Dongba man before him...
"Sorry. Perhaps Heaven merely played a huge joke on you."
"It let you experience the thrill of being a ninth-grade battle-body genius before you died. Now you can go die."
Sikong Jing's voice was like a demon in the dark night, cold and terrifying.
The Dongba man came back to his senses and frantically clutched his bleeding chest, staring fixedly at Sikong Jing behind him.
"I refuse to accept this!"
He had become one of the foremost geniuses of the Central Plains, only to be killed in the blink of an eye. This joke was simply too cruel.
Really, who played with people like this?
Thud...
Amid the Dongba man's frenzied, unwilling roar, he crashed heavily to the ground and became a corpse, his eyes left wide open in death.
With a clang, Sikong Jing sheathed his sword.
After glancing