Originally, as Pei Yuzheng watched the people of Ancient Sacred Peak about to be slaughtered, a savage grin hung on his face.
But now, that grin had completely frozen.
His fists clenched violently, and the true energy throughout his body erupted like boiling water in that instant. Then his hoarse voice thundered from his mouth. "Sikong, you little beast—it's you again, it's you again!"
His voice was a beastly howl. At this moment, he had completely forgotten what calmness was.
Before this, whenever anyone mentioned Sikong Jing, he would secretly remind himself not to be rash, not to make a fool of himself before others.
But this time, he could not endure it any longer.
Just as when he had learned at the edge of Shaking Eight District that Sikong Jing was the Black-Clothed Youth, he completely exploded.
It was Sikong Jing who had ruined his trip to Ancient City.
And now, Sikong Jing had once again ruined his mission in Chaos-Shaking City. He could originally have seized at least one-third of the battle flags, but now, because of Sikong Jing's incessant assassinations, all his efforts had come to nothing!
What Pei Yuzheng found even more unbearable was that he had initially thought the assassin was some Emperor Martial Stage expert, only to discover it was the young Sikong Jing.
In each of the three great trials in Ancient City, Sikong Jing had surpassed him.
It was as if some unknown nobody without a battle body had suddenly appeared and viciously trampled him beneath his feet.
"ROAR!" The more he thought about it, the more Pei Yuzheng could not help roaring at the heavens.
Then, he said to everyone currently besieging Ancient Sacred Peak, "Now, all of you follow me and destroy that little beast Sikong. I will immediately make