Before Ye Wucan could react, Sikong Jing continued, "Originally, for my little granduncle's sake, I was prepared to cripple you and spare your dog life. But now, that is no longer possible."
With that, Sikong Jing slowly turned around...
Wanting to spare his life was indeed because Ye Wuzhi would not have the heart to see him killed.
But Ye Wucan had reached this point and was still thinking of harming others, still wanting to continue relying on the Thousand Kings Holy Tower and such. Then he could only die.
Hearing Sikong Jing's words, Ye Wucan's expression changed wildly as he cried, "A-Jing, I was wrong, you..."
Before he could finish, Sikong Jing coldly cut him off. "Old Fat Head, deal with him. I'm going to find Pei Yupo now."
Having said that, Sikong Jing strode toward the room where Pei Yupo was...
Meanwhile, Old Fat Head stared at Ye Wucan with a sinister, terrifying gaze. Slowly, he said, "Manor Lord Ye, if you had treated the eldest young miss and second young miss well from the beginning, there would not have been today. Ye Wuzhi's sudden rise should have belonged to you as well."
"Even if you had not continued relying on the Thousand Kings Holy Tower afterward, even if you had not accepted that so-called marriage alliance, my young master Sikong would still have given you a chance."
"Sadly, those who commit evil bring destruction upon themselves..."
As he spoke, the blade in Old Fat Head's hand burst with true energy and viciously shredded every meridian in Ye Wucan's body. With his own strength, he normally could not have done it—but there was poison on his blade...
The beast poison Sikong Jing had given him!
Ye Wucan was going to die, without even the slightest chance to beg