"Let me tell you something you'd like to hear: if I spare you, I die; if I don't spare you, I still die..."
"Then of course I'll drag you down to the grave with me."
Sikong Jing's voice carried across the entire venue as he strode forward step by step, and everyone nodded to themselves.
That was indeed the case. Sikong Jing had offended the Thousand Kings Holy Tower and was almost certainly doomed, so naturally, there was no need for him to spare Pei Yuzheng.
If he killed him outright, he might even have time to escape.
Pei Yuzheng instantly understood Sikong Jing's meaning as well. His mouth fell open, and terror flooded him. It seemed the only way for him to survive now was to promise and swear that he would not seek revenge on Sikong Jing.
But if he made that oath, where would he put the face of a young master of the Thousand Kings Holy Tower?
Thud, thud, thud...
As Sikong Jing drew nearer and nearer.
The sound of his footsteps made Pei Yuzheng tremble from head to toe. At last, his fear of death overcame his pride, and he suddenly growled in a low voice, "Don't kill me... I swear that I will never retaliate against you afterward."
The moment those words left his mouth, Pei Yuzheng was so stifled with humiliation that he nearly exploded.
At that instant, Sikong Jing stopped walking. He narrowed his eyes at Pei Yuzheng.
That oath made Sikong Jing hesitate slightly.
Since Pei Yuzheng had sworn before so many people, killing him now would bring great trouble upon Duanmu Chun, Tyrant Lotus Venerable, and the others in the future. The Thousand Kings Holy Tower would then have ample reason to retaliate like mad.
So, should he kill him