Quite a few people around them laughed as they pointed and whispered...
At last, Sikong Jing slowly raised his head and replied flatly, "I haven't made any contributions. I merely killed Ling Dongwei's daughter."
The words left his mouth in utter calm.
In an instant, every gaze in the venue froze.
All mockery and contempt, all curiosity and disdain, turned into eyes that contracted deeply.
The entire square fell incomparably silent in an instant, so quiet one could hear a pin drop.
Slowly, increasingly heavy breaths emerged from the noses of everyone around them.
The youth before him unconsciously took a step back, as though he no longer dared say another word.
But the next moment... Thud, thud, thud!
Footsteps suddenly rang out as people slowly stepped from the crowd. More than twenty people emerged at once, most of them elderly or middle-aged. Murderous intent blazed in their eyes as they stared at Sikong Jing.
One elderly man let out a low roar. "So you're Ling Jianxing."
Clearly, those who had emerged with murderous intent were Ling Dongwei's subordinates or members of his branch.
Sikong Jing ignored them outright.
His gaze leveled toward the Imperial Hall stairs, then he looked at the youth before him and asked, "May I ask where the queue is?"
The youth subconsciously took another step back, his entire body actually trembling slightly without his control. The few experts behind him swiftly moved in front of him, staring at Sikong Jing with vigilant expressions.
"I'm only a mere Bright Moon Branch member. Am I really that frightening?"
"Besides, this is the Heaven-Soaring Imperial Hall. I sincerely want to ask where I should queue."
Even after Sikong Jing spoke, the youth still did not answer, while the experts before him remained exceedingly wary.
The elderly man who