Before Sikong Jing...
The two Dark Sea elders, limp as mud, stared dumbfounded. This Young Master Su did not regard their lives as lives at all.
If he wanted to kill, he killed.
At that moment, Sikong Jing's voice rang beside their ears. "So this is the path to survival you were looking for."
The two Dark Sea elders' teeth clacked again. The young master of Feather Alliance Hall did not value them in the slightest. In his eyes, the chance at life they thought they had found was merely another patch of hell.
Even if they truly offered up Sikong Jing's body, he had never promised to let them live.
And naturally, Su Jingyi could not possibly make any promises. First, people from the Burial Emperor Spirit Seal Realm were dispensable in his eyes. Second, how these people were to be dealt with was for the Spirit Race to decide.
At that moment...
The two Dark Sea elders instinctively looked toward Sikong Jing. Had they known this would happen, they might as well have followed the Sovereign Seal faction and fought with everything they had.
They regretted it, regretted it to the utmost.
Su Jingyi's junior sister continued to sneer at Granny Gan's corpse. "They truly have no awareness of their own status as ants. They were still trying to negotiate terms with us just now. For that alone, they deserved to be trampled to death."
"Did we not know that Sikong Ding had family and friends left here? Wipe this place out, and wouldn't we get everything?"
"Did we need you to offer them up? Utterly absurd."
As she spoke, Su Jingyi's junior sister raised her head and looked Sikong Jing up and down.
"Sikong Ding's son, kneel before Senior Brother Su, and we may spare your miserable