Looking at the two tense and anxious men before him, Sikong Jing replied, "It is indeed difficult. For Ye Wucan to agree to my marriage proposal is virtually impossible—unless I prove that I am strong, prove that I possess the Sacred Body!"
As his words fell, Ye Wuzhi nodded lightly. This was extremely important.
Only if Sikong Jing seemed valuable enough would Ye Wucan possibly be willing to release them—and adopt a better attitude.
"I proved it once during the Hunting Convention, and just now, I proved it a second time," Sikong Jing continued.
The moment he said this, Ye Wuzhi asked, "Just now?"
His heart abruptly began pounding. Had Sikong Jing caused a scene at Shitian Courtyard just now?
How big a scene had he made?
"Yes. I leveled Shitian Courtyard to the ground, and crippled every single person in Liu Shitian's household." Sikong Jing stated it lightly, as though he were speaking of something perfectly ordinary.
But as soon as his words landed, Ye Wuzhi's eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets. "Y-you, what did you say?"
Su Zhenglong stared blankly at Sikong Jing as well. He had brought the Tyrant Heaven Battle Team to Shitian Courtyard not merely to rescue people, but to wipe out Liu Shitian's entire household in one stroke? Wasn't that too insane?
"Granduncle, I also killed Liu Zhi. That should be enough to make Ye Wucan take this seriously."
Rather than answer, Sikong Jing calmly added another fact.
In an instant, Ye Wuzhi began trembling violently. His crippled leg could no longer support him, and he sank down to sit.
He was completely dazed, utterly dumbfounded.
Su Zhenglong, however, blankly asked, "A-Jing, Willow Leaf Holy Manor may send troops against the Heavenly Tyrant Branch next. Do you have a way to deal with