Han Guanglei ultimately did not dare say another word, afraid of provoking the Demon Dream Witch. She kept forcing a smile onto her face.
She waited in anticipation, screaming wildly in her heart: Sikong Little Devil, hurry up and die.
Shu Guangye's pupils contracted violently. The Demon Dream Witch had said that in just a little while longer, she could reach the Divine Martial Stage?
Was this some kind of joke?
At the same time...
Su Yuexi was tense to the extreme, yet beneath the Demon Dream Witch's terrifying pressure, she could not move at all.
Yet Sikong Jing, the man at the center of it all, wore an exceedingly calm expression. Facing the peerlessly imposing Demon Dream Witch, he still showed no fear whatsoever. Instead, he too was shocked by the three words "Divine Martial Stage."
After sorting through his thoughts a little, Sikong Jing asked in a slightly grave tone, "Senior Demon Dream, do you know who was the first person to speak your name?"
Boom...
At his words, the Demon Dream Witch's true energy erupted again. She sneered, "Boy, you really intend to argue? Are you trying to say someone else fabricated tales about me? Rumors may indeed contain things that cannot be trusted, but you absolutely cannot wash your hands of this."
What she meant was: no matter whom he named, he still had to die.
Sikong Jing nodded in response. "Of course I cannot wash my hands of it. This matter did indeed begin because of me, but at the time, I had never even heard of your existence. Someone had to tell me first..."
The Demon Dream Witch gave a scornful laugh. "Go on, then. I'm all ears. I'd like to see who has the nerve to ruin my reputation."
Hearing this, Sikong Jing