Boom, boom, boom...
Hearing this, Old Fat Head closed in instantly.
Like a phantom, he flashed straight through those Willow Leaf core members who had been shouting about fleeing.
In an instant, they were slammed face-first to the ground, shrieking without end.
Sikong Jing stared at them coldly, killing intent surging as he said, "I spared you the first time. Disrupt morale again... and die!"
Such movements, such an icy voice, made the Willow Leaf core members tremble all over.
Yet someone still refused to accept it, shouting, "What do you mean, spared us? If we don't run, do we have any chance of surviving? The Thousand Kings Holy Tower could never—"
Before he could finish, Sikong Jing coldly cut him off. "Old Fat Head, kill!"
Pfft...
Old Fat Head turned and flashed through him again. The Willow Leaf core member who had still been speaking died on the spot, utterly and completely dead.
Just as Sikong Jing had said: those who disrupted morale would die!
The others shuddered violently. Pale-faced, they stared at Sikong Jing, then hurriedly looked toward Ye Wucan and the others. They wanted to speak, yet did not dare utter a word.
They felt that if they said even half another word, the masked fat man before them would immediately kill them.
The inheritor of Ba Hun was simply too ruthless. Now, they could only see what their manor lord would say.
Yet Ye Wucan merely twitched his lips without speaking. No one knew what he was contemplating; his thoughts were a tangled mess.
Fortunately, Liu Shizeng was the first to react. He said furiously, "Inheritor of Ba Hun, you—"
Before he could finish, Sikong Jing interrupted him sharply.
"This is a time of war, the very brink between life and death. Anyone who disrupts morale