As the Ten Thousand Lands Sect Master spoke of being ready to fight to the death for Qiu Leiyin, the sword in Sikong Jing's hand paused slightly.
Then, his icy voice came from within the frost mist covering his face...
"If you want someone killed, kill you first? Fine, I'll grant you that."
His cold voice shook in all directions. Without hesitation, Sikong Jing thrust out his sword, driving it straight into the Ten Thousand Lands Sect Master's heart.
The latter's eyes widened, his teeth chattered with a few "clacks," and then he fell silent on the spot.
With a thud, the Ten Thousand Lands Sect Master collapsed.
Everyone around them widened their eyes in unison. At the same time, the injured members of the Ten Thousand Lands Sect all cried out, "Sect Master!"
They stared in disbelief at their Sect Master, fallen beneath Sikong Jing's sword. They were stunned—their Sect Master had actually been killed.
On the Thousand Kings Holy Tower's turf, he had been killed just like that.
Yet at this moment, no one noticed that Luo Chunye, who had somehow fallen from the Thousand Kings mount, showed no sign of shouting or crying. As the Ten Thousand Lands Sect Master's disciple, he should have been the most grief-stricken and indignant of all.
But he was not. Luo Chunye was merely staring blankly into space.
This was extremely abnormal. After all, the Ten Thousand Lands Sect Master could be said to have been indirectly killed because of Luo Chunye's drunken words.
In any case, no one paid attention to Luo Chunye's highly unusual reaction right now. Everyone's eyes remained fixed on Sikong Jing, trembling at the terrifying frost covering his entire body...
At that moment... Pfft!
Sikong Jing coldly drew out his sword again, followed by a bang.