Bright light burst from one pair of eyes after another...
Murong Jianyun and Leng Chan immediately followed the sound with their gazes. Their mouths fell open in unison, and Murong Jianyun began to tremble at once. Why had Sikong Jing come back?
That was right—Sikong Jing had appeared...
Just moments ago, Murong Jianyun had been hoping with all his heart that he would not return. Coming back would be nothing but walking into death.
Yet he had come!
Everyone saw Sikong Jing striding through the air. Beside him stood a tall, middle-aged man with a vacant expression, but no one had the mind to care who that man was. Their hearts only trembled.
At the same time, a cold glint flashed through Pei Xie's eyes as he turned his head and looked Sikong Jing up and down.
Then he smiled and asked, "So you're Ba Hun's successor. You actually showed up... Looks like you're just as foolish as Murong Jianyun. Are you planning to be destroyed along with this decrepit Willow Leaf City? For the sake of the ants living here?"
This was the only reason Pei Xie could think of for Sikong Jing's sudden appearance.
He had come for love and loyalty, for the lives of ordinary ants. If that was not foolishness, what was?
They had originally been unable to find him. He could have fled far away.
Hearing this, Sikong Jing had already landed before Murong Jianyun, Leng Chan, and Old Xin with the Qianyuan War Emperor. Everyone was now covered in wounds from head to toe, miserable beyond measure.
Yet Sikong Jing did not speak to them for the moment...
Instead, he looked back at Pei Xie and asked, "Shouldn't you be asking whether I am Su Beiheng—Su Old Devil's—successor?"
The moment those words fell, Pei