Just as Ling Yusong felt humiliation swelling inside him to the point of explosion... Thud!
Sikong Jing took another heavy step forward.
"Elder Cousin, I gave you too much credit."
"I thought that on your way back, you would grow suspicious of Senior A-Jin again. But you didn't."
Sikong Jing remained connected to all the troops, the aura of the Qianyuan Battle-Killing Formation surging around him. He continued, "But you were too anxious, weren't you? You wanted to use the troops from the Heavenly Dao Sacred Land and the others to recover from your injuries."
The moment those words fell, Ling Yusong nearly crushed his teeth.
He truly should not have made such a colossal mistake. After all, he already knew that the Cangyu Sect demon was Sikong Jing, and that the Cangyu Sect demon had not been assassinated by A-Jin before.
He should have realized long ago that there was definitely something wrong with A-Jin.
But he had been too anxious, and too enraged. All he wanted was to quickly recover ninety percent of his combat strength.
He wanted to immediately regain his dignity and tear the Tyrant Heaven Chamber of Commerce people into pieces.
More importantly...
With several Canghai powerhouses betraying him, then seeing A-Jin actually rush out to help him escape, he no longer thought about the matter. If he had been given a little more time, he surely would have figured it out.
If he had not been in such a hurry to use spatial teleportation, he could have slowly calmed down on the way and become suspicious of A-Jin.
But there were no ifs. Now, he had fallen into the jar once again.
"Ha, hahahaha..."
Suddenly, Ling Yusong burst into wild laughter again. In a sinister, terrifying voice, he said, "So what if that's the