Brutal. Sikong Jing was simply too brutal.
Pei Yuxian and her brother might be making fools of themselves now, but that was an entirely different matter from being slaughtered alive here.
At that thought, cold sweat slowly trickled down Dong Wu's face. If not for the vote, if the Earth Deciders had not firmly supported protecting him, the Tyrant Heaven Chamber of Commerce might very well have been destroyed because of Sikong Jing.
A faint sheen of cold sweat also appeared on Murong Jianyun's forehead. He had, in fact, considered using three votes to crush Sikong Jing.
Then forcibly pushing Sikong Jing out to his death, settling the matter that way.
Fortunately, he had not done so. Fortunately, the Earth Deciders had been steadfast enough. Otherwise, the outcome would have been terrifying...
Though his Saint Martial Stage cultivation might have allowed him to stop Sikong Jing from killing, that would have exposed his trump card. And what if he failed to stop him in time? That truly would have been one wrong step, followed by eternal damnation.
Yet the reverse was what had happened now: when the Earth Deciders and he himself had fully supported Sikong Jing, Sikong Jing had instead stepped forward of his own accord.
Sikong Jing clearly distinguished love from hate, gratitude from grievance—but he was still terrifying, utterly frightening.
Most of the Earth Deciders, however, had sharp lights flickering in their eyes. Naturally, they understood the meaning behind Sikong Jing's words, yet they felt no rejection toward it at all. This was exactly how one should distinguish love from hate, gratitude from grievance.
A person like this was the most worthy kind of friend. All one needed was to treat him with true sincerity.
At the same time, though Pei Yushan could not make sense of