Under Sikong Jing's icy threat, Ying Shan was utterly terrified.
At last, she briefly recounted Sikong Ling's experiences over the past three-plus years.
Sikong Jing immediately fell into a daze...
Thinking of his sister's three years alone and helpless in Spirit Parrot Manor made his heart ache beyond measure. Thinking of how she had boldly stepped forward to expose the Spirit Parrots—what immense courage and desperate resolve that had taken.
Now, she was cultivating under the Spirit Gulls, preparing for the battle against Tu Duoqing when the one-year deadline arrived.
She was risking her life so that no one would be erased.
"Tu Duoqing can't possibly defeat my sister. So when you heard that I had come down here, you planned to use me to threaten her, didn't you?"
Once the one-year deadline came...
It was nearly impossible for the Spirit Parrots to defeat the Spirit Gulls and obtain Ling Zhe's bamboo-slip reward. So they would have to resort to other underhanded schemes. If they could capture Sikong Jing, then his sister Sikong Ling would have no choice but to pretend to be defeated.
Ying Shan's spirit shadow replied, "Lord Spirit Parrot cannot be allowed to lose to the Spirit Gull. We must reclaim the bamboo slip of sinister yin evil energy."
"The bamboo slips—how does your Spirit Race use them?" Sikong Jing asked curiously.
Unfortunately, Ying Shan naturally did not know. Spirit Parrot had never told her.
In the end, Sikong Jing crushed Ying Shan's spirit shadow on the spot, granting her a quick death, before slowly raising his head.
By then, Zhan You had already beaten that male Spirit Race member half to death.
Zhan You was drenched in bloodlust, yet he asked in a trembling voice, "Junior Brother Sikong, do we kill him?"
Without answering, Sikong Jing