The Qianyuan War Emperor stared fixedly at Sikong Jing, then said softly, "No problem. To fight one final war for justice at the very end of my life—how wonderful."
Sikong Jing did not need to spell it out; the Qianyuan War Emperor could already guess what he wanted to ask.
Naturally, he wanted him to make a move and kill Pei Xie.
"This will also be the first war of my life that I have fought for the lives of innocents. How could I refuse to fight?"
The Qianyuan War Emperor's voice still carried that wooden quality, yet it evoked an indescribable depth of feeling.
It was as if he were about to fulfill his final wish—a wish that would leave him without regrets in this life...
During the time they had been attempting to teleport, Sikong Jing had already told him about the Thousand Kings Holy Tower.
And now, the Qianyuan War Emperor had witnessed with his own eyes the Thousand Kings Holy Tower's evil and ruthlessness.
As the two spoke, Ye Wuzhi suddenly came to his senses. He gaped at the Qianyuan War Emperor, his pale face gradually flushing red as his entire body trembled violently...
Other than Sikong Jing, he was now the only one who knew who this top-tier Imperial War Puppet before them truly was.
Taking a deep breath, Sikong Jing gave the Qianyuan War Emperor a slight bow. "Thank you, Senior War Emperor. Then let us set out now."
The Qianyuan War Emperor nodded lightly, and a smile slowly appeared on his stiff face.
Then, on the spot, he swept Sikong Jing up and vanished from Willow Leaf City in a flash. Sikong Jing's voice drifted down after them: "Granduncle, Sect Master Shi, lead the warriors within Willow Leaf City and set out to