But Sikong Jing merely said calmly, "You like Brother Teng, so you insist on making him your prince consort. Then if I like you, wouldn't you have to marry into the Cangyu Demon Sect? Isn't that the same logic?"
This line of reasoning immediately made Princess Fennel feel as though it really was true—but also that something was off.
She suddenly found herself unable to retort and could only look again at Jun Yiji.
Jun Yiji said nothing, but the burly man snapped, "What status do you have, and what status does the Princess have? Are you worthy of being mentioned in the same breath as the Princess?"
Of course not. You were merely a minor disciple of a three-leaf sect.
The Princess could forcibly make Teng Yue her prince consort, but what rank were you? Naturally, you could not. This was nothing but blatant double standards...
We are strong, so we set the standards and rules.
Sikong Jing ignored the burly man and continued speaking to Princess Fennel. "You defeated Brother Teng in a best-of-three match. How about we have a wager battle too? If I defeat you in a best-of-three, you will marry into my Cangyu Demon Sect."
"Just now, I already won one round."
Naturally, it was the round involving the Thousand-Man Army-Slaying Formation.
At his words, the burly expert could not help roaring again, "Brat, you still dare to twist words and argue nonsense? Believe it or not, I'll kill you?"
As he spoke, a surging killing intent burst forth with a BOOM, sweeping straight toward Sikong Jing...
Meanwhile, Princess Fennel shouted furiously, "Why should I have a wager battle with you? I don't even like you."
Sikong Jing ignored the burly man's killing intent and instead... pfft!
He even gave a scornful laugh before saying