Facing the Heavenly Deciders, Duanmu Chun had been far too passive.
If Sikong Jing did not come forward and say something soon, they would be even more passive once Tyrant Fierce Venerable arrived.
Clearly, the Heavenly Deciders had no intention of treating their group kindly. Intentionally or otherwise, they were even leaning toward Gong Ying's and Tyrant Fierce Venerable's faction. Of course, they might also be trying to keep them in line...
But what Sikong Jing wanted now was not to be kept in line.
Naturally, South Wind Heavenly Decider was clearly not trying to keep them in line. He was simply suppressing and targeting them.
His gaze brimmed with hostility.
Sure enough, after Sikong Jing's three consecutive questions, South Wind Heavenly Decider shouted furiously again, "Boy, shut that filthy mouth of yours."
Sikong Jing's disregard made killing intent erupt in South Wind Heavenly Decider's eyes. He despised this boy.
At that, Sikong Jing finally turned to look at him slowly, still ignoring the killing intent in his eyes, and replied calmly, "If I heard correctly just now, East Mist Heavenly Decider is handling our matter, isn't he?"
The words were very polite, but anyone could hear their true meaning: the one who should shut up was you.
East Mist had already said he would handle this. Why the hell were you still yapping?
How could South Wind fail to understand Sikong Jing's implication? He sneered repeatedly. "Boy, do you believe East Mist would give this old man face? If I throw you straight out right now, he won't say a word."
As soon as those words fell, East Mist's brows furrowed slightly. South Wind was going a little too far.
But they were all Heavenly Deciders, and they still had to give one another face. Thus, East Mist had