Of course, at this moment, Heavenly Heart Sacred Ancestor's furious roar still rang in Sikong Jing's ears: "You bastard, you little brat, Sikong little devil... get your ass back here, we can talk again."
As for such words...
Sikong Jing merely smiled and ignored them. What he had just said had indeed come from the heart. When he saw how powerful the Beiheng Sword Formation was, a strange weariness had suddenly risen within him.
Who did not grow tired? And who did not wish to rest for a while?
After fighting and struggling all the way, when one suddenly had a harbor to lean on, who would not want to stop and sleep soundly for a while?
At his core, Sikong Jing was still human. Even if he was the Lord of Ten Thousand Beasts, he was not a machine.
Yet Sikong Jing also understood clearly that no matter how powerful the Beiheng Sword Formation was, it might not truly be able to stop Pei Kuang. After all, Madam Raccoon was someone from Boundless Sea; perhaps she really had a way to break the Beiheng Sword Formation.
But Sikong Jing did not think too much about it now either. He had already decided to enter demonic possession.
Of course, there was another reason: his disgust toward Heavenly Heart Sacred Ancestor. What use was there in talking more now? Such people turned their faces faster than one flipped a page, and had no credibility to speak of.
Even if they settled the terms, should Pei Kuang pose any threat to the Beiheng Sword Formation, Heavenly Heart Sacred Ancestor would change his tune in minutes.
Now that he understood what sort of place that was, even if Sikong Jing wanted to negotiate with Heavenly Heart Sacred Ancestor, it would have to wait