At this moment, Sikong Jing's voice rang out again...
"Ye Wucan, you still have one last chance to turn back."
"As long as you return to the troops of Willow Leaf Holy Manor and point your sword at Thousand Kings Holy Tower, much bloodshed can be avoided."
"You may even earn the recognition of everyone in Willow Leaf Holy Manor again..."
Sikong Jing was not at all surprised by Ye Ke and the others' actions. Now, he pressed directly down on Ye Wucan again.
Yet Ye Wucan was already glaring at Sikong Jing with bloodshot eyes...
"Point my sword my ass! You deliberately chose traitorous bastards like Ye Ke earlier. You'd been plotting against me from the very beginning!"
At this moment, Ye Wucan completely understood that Sikong Jing had tricked him again—and had laid the trap long ago.
Sikong Jing did not deny it.
Ye Wucan then said heavily, "You still want to use me? You were even going to give me Old Ancestor Liu Duoye's things, so I'd have a chance to reach the Saint Martial Stage, right? Useless. Thousand Kings Holy Tower can give me far more..."
He remained resolute. He simply believed that Thousand Kings Holy Tower could not be fought against, and that joining them was the best choice.
Hearing this, there was not much change in Sikong Jing's gaze...
Naturally, it would have been best if Ye Wucan could be persuaded, since that truly would reduce a great deal of bloodshed. But Sikong Jing had never held much hope for Ye Wucan in the first place. Thus, he said no more. "Then I can only destroy you."
The moment his words fell... Rumble!
At that moment, Dragon Controlling Mountain's troops arrived in a dark, crushing mass.
Black Thought Patriarch rode the Black Flash Thunder