It was still the same thing: You Hushui wanted to conquer Fu Miaoling, and her mocking laughter made his mood explode even further.
To this, Fu Miaoling merely said, "Nothing. I just thought of something especially funny."
Of course, she would not say it aloud. What she found funny was that You Hushui was truly fearless in his ignorance. Why would Sikong Devil ever participate in some Holy Son's Companion Martial Battle? And talk about which round he would fall in? If You Hushui was not laughable, then who was?
"You..."
You Hushui pointed angrily at Fu Miaoling. In the end, he still said hatefully, "I can't be bothered with you right now. Once I'm done dealing with this blind dog, I'll come teach you a lesson."
As he spoke, You Hushui turned back to Sikong Jing. "I'll count down from three..."
Before he could finish, Sikong Jing's gaze fell upon the Martial Arena as he asked indifferently, "The final battle is about to begin. Who do you think will be Wind Thunder City's ultimate victor?"
The Black-Clothed Youth in everyone's eyes seemed utterly unaware of You Hushui's threat. His attention was still on the Martial Arena.
Was he thick-skinned, or ignorant?
Yet following his words, everyone's gazes, including You Hushui's, shifted into the Martial Arena. There, an old man clad in the standard golden robes of the Thousand Kings Holy Tower suddenly drifted into the arena.
This old man was naturally the victor of the previous semifinal.
From the discussions around him just now, Sikong Jing knew that this old man was Pei Kuang's cousin, named Pei Du. He was an old-generation peak Emperor of the Thousand Kings Holy Tower, and had once been one of the Thousand Kings Ten Emperors.
Later, after losing to one of the Ten