The entire venue abruptly fell silent, every gaze fixed on Jun Yibai. No one had expected her to make such a choice, yet it truly was the only choice she could make.
If they fully sided with Yan Hui, who knew whether Sikong Jing might become terrifyingly powerful in the future? After all, his story was far too legendary.
More importantly, he was one of their own.
Jun Yiyao was right. The Five Heavenly Emperor Palaces were all ethereal, elusive existences, impossibly far away.
Only one of their own could truly be relied upon.
At that moment, Jun Yisui suddenly wore a resolute expression and said in a low voice, "If Sikong Jing loses, I, Jun Yisui, will take my own life on the spot."
"If Sikong Jing loses, this old man will take his own life on the spot." Jun Xuantong's hoarse voice followed.
The battle generals under his command behind him gradually had their eyes turn red. Thump, thump—they all dropped to their knees behind Jun Xuantong and said in low voices, "If Sikong Jing loses, we shall take our own lives!"
They had previously hated Sikong Jing to the bone, resenting him for taking the old marshal's command seal.
But...
What was happening before them did not concern Sikong Jing alone.
It was a matter of great right and wrong. The Heavenly Emperor Palaces were terrifying; if you wanted to kill Sikong Jing, fine. We would not dare offer the slightest resistance.
We could only grit our teeth and agree...
But you wanted to kill Sikong Jing by trampling upon the entire Seal Sovereign Empire at a victory banquet. To Seal Sovereign, that was like a huge footprint stomping wildly across its face—an everlasting disgrace that could never be washed away.
No matter how domineering or overbearing