As the rolling killing intent erupted from Sikong Jing, everyone could not help blinking.
But no matter how powerful the killing intent, it could not move anyone. What a joke. In their eyes, this Black-Clothed Youth obsessed with listening to music was merely a young man.
So what if his killing intent was immense? Could he really slaughter everyone here?
There were quite a few figures at the Venerable Realm present, and this was Ripple Lake at the foot of Holy Artisan Mountain.
Still, his words drew everyone's attention. Whoever did not support the Tyrant Heaven Chamber of Commerce would be slaughtered. At once, Holy Artisan Mountain's Seventh Elder reacted and demanded, "Could it be that you are from the Tyrant Heaven Chamber of Commerce?"
As he spoke... Boom!
With one punch, he shattered the force Sikong Jing had used to suppress the Holy Artisan Mountain experts. After rescuing everyone, he stared directly at Sikong Jing, the corner of his mouth lifting slightly. He had already received orders to kill this Black-Clothed Youth.
But now, things seemed to have become more interesting. Naturally, he would first get to the bottom of it before killing him.
At the same time, Fu Miaoling, who had been thinking that Sikong Jing was about to publicly reveal his identity as the Thousand Kings Envoy and make everyone bow in worship, was utterly dumbfounded...
She had not reacted to what Sikong Jing had said...
But now, hearing the Seventh Elder's words, her eyes widened slightly in confusion. Had this Thousand Kings black-clothed envoy gotten it backward? It should have been that anyone who did not support the Thousand Kings Holy Tower would be slaughtered.
The others were also abruptly shaken to the core, each of them staring fixedly at Sikong Jing.
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